Wives And Lovers
Hey, little girl
Comb your hair, fix your make-up
Soon he will open the door
Dont think because
Theres a ring on your finger
You neednt try any more
For wives should always be lovers, too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
Im warning you
Day after day
There are girls at the office
And men will always be men
Dont 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
Hes almost here
Hey, little girl
Better wear something pretty
Something youd 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.