With makeup on your face
And a dress of gingham lace
You could stand with Marilyn Monroe
But the you that I love best
With your hair all in a mess
And overalls or nothing on at all
And you've got nothing I want
'Cept for your precious time
And I would Turn On A Dime
For you, you know it's true
And when the kites are in the sky
And the desert air is dry
That's the time I think of you
Beneath a Mesopotamian sun
And an East LA-vian moon
You rushed slow, you got here soon
And your voice cuts through the noise
Like Sunday morning chimes
And I would Turn On A Dime
For you, you know it's true
And I can't think of a time
Before there was you, I can't do
And I would Turn On A Dime
For you, you know it's true
With makeup on your face
And a dress of gingham lace...
