Lyrics

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…