Love At A Flea Market (Greg Verner) At a Flea Market so early, in the morning, I walked many a mile, It was in the coffee line up where you flashed me a pleasing smile, Sampled your biscuits and your cinnamon wheels, You winked and told me I wouldn't find a, better deal, Could it be, oh could it be, tell me sweet, could this be for real, 　 I said now let me have a look see, is there something we can barter or trade, I'm so impressed your paraphernalia's spic and span, it's so important these days, She flips through volumes of my Dr. Seuss, I see her eyes have scrutinized the greatest, hits of The Who, Such eclectic a collection, got a craving for her crumpets too, 　 Chorus: Love at a Flea Market, It was the greatest treasure, what a pleasure, sharing lemonade, Love at a Flea Market, I never thought that such a lot could be topped, with hot marmalade, 　 Bridge: Her recipes for shortbread are far beyond compare, And I'm so tempted, to part with records oh so rare, No scratches in the vinyl, no artificial flavor here, Now we together work a table, sharing cookies, tunes and dreams so dear, 　 Well I hope I am the reason, you wear tight tops and pleasing pants, It's true I try to look good for you, whenever I get the chance, So grab your apron and un-tie the string, I'll play some Abba, love the high notes they sing, Well I found love at a Flea Market, and I'm feeling it's no trivial thing. Chorus: