Wives and Lovers

Hey little girl comb your hair, fix your makeup

Soon he will open the door

Don't think because there's a ring on your finger

You needn't try anymore

For wives should always be lovers too

Run to his arms the moment

He comes home to you

I'm warning you

Day after day, there are girls at the office

And men will always be men

Don't send him off with your hair still in curlers

You may not see him again

For wives should always be lovers too

Run to his arms the moment

He comes home to you

He's almost here

Hey little girl, better wear something pretty

Something you'd wear to go to the city

Dim all the lights, pour the wine, start the music

Time to get ready for love

Time to get ready for love

Time to get ready for love