Hey, little girl

comb your hair

fix your make up

Soon he will open the door

Don't think because

there's no 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 warnin' 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 never 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

Dim all the lights

Pour the wine

start the music

Time to get ready for love

Pour the wine

start the music

Time to get ready for love

Ready for love

Ready for love

Ready for love