Wives & Lovers

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
 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
 Oh, time to get ready
 Time to get ready
 Time to get ready
 For love
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 And dim all the lights
 Pour the wine, start the music
 Time to get ready for love
 It's time to get ready
 Time to get ready
 Time to get ready
 For love
 It's time to get ready
 Time to get ready
 Time to get ready
 For love
 It's time to get ready
 Time to get ready
 Time to get ready