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 hеr

She knows all of the dealеrs
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