Hey little girl

Comb your hair

Fix your makeup

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

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

Time to get ready

Time to get ready