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 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.
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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
|: Time to get ready :| time to get ready for love.
Instrumental
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