Wives and 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 that
he comes home to you.
I'm warning you,
Day after day,
there are girls at the office
and the men will always be men,
Don't stand him up,
with your hair still in curlers,
you may not see him again. 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 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,
yes it's time to get ready for love, It's time to
get ready, kick your shoes off, baby....,