Wives And Lovers

Hey, little girl, comb your hair, fix your makeup

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 that he comes home to you

I'm warning you



Day after day, there are girls at the office

And the men will always be men

Don't stand him up, with your hair still in curlers

You may not see him again



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



Dim all the lights, pour the wine

Start the music, time to get ready for love

Time to get ready for love; yes, it's time to get ready for love

It's time to get ready; kick your shoes off, baby