Wives & Lovers

Hey, little girl Comb your hair, fix your make-up Soon, he will open the door Don't, think because There's a ring, on your finger You needn't try any more 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 and Dim all the lights Pour the wine, start the music Time,to get ready, for love Dim, all the lights Pour the wine, start the music Time, to get ready, for love Time, to get ready Time, to get ready, for love Time, to get ready Time, to get ready, for love