Turn on a Dime

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...