Flea Market Woman

Flea Market Woman She’s a flea flea market woman She’s a flea flea market woman She gets up bright and early in the morning Slips away without a sound And she’s gone lost in pleasure in search of treasure from the past She’s a flea flea market woman She’s a flea flea market woman You can see her as she barters with the French Watch her haggle with the Dutch She says ‘How much? oh no you can do better than that!’ And I love her Don’t you love her She knows all of the dealers From the cities to on the coast From Lands End to John o’ Groats She can bring a grown man to his knees with her repartee She’s a flea flea market woman She’s a flea flea market woman She’s a flea flea market woman She’ll be gone by the time that you get here She’s a flea flea market woman