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.
