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
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
(Swing with the Band)
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
Oh!
Time to get ready
Time to get ready
Time to get ready
For love
For love
Time to get ready
For love...