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