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 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