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 wear to
Go to the city and
Dim all the lights, pour the wine, start the music,
Time to get ready for love.
***violas***
Dim all the lights, pour the wine, start the music,
Time to get ready for love.
Time to get ready...***violas*** Time to get ready for love,
Time to get ready...***violas*** Time to get ready for love.
