Wives And Lovers

Hey, little girlComb your hair, fix your make-upSoon he will open the doorDon't think becauseThere's a ring on your fingerYou needn't try any moreFor wives should always be lovers, tooRun to his arms the moment he comes home to youI'm warning youDay after dayThere are girls at the officeAnd men will always be menDon't send him offWith your hair still in curlersYou may not see him againFor wives should always be lovers, tooRun to his arms the moment he comes home to youHe's almost hereHey, little girlBetter wear something prettySomething you'd wear to go to the cityAnd dim all the lightsPour the wine, start the musicTime to get ready for loveOh, time to get readyTime to get readyTime to get readyFor love