Hey, little girl, comb your hair, fix your makeup
Soon he will open the door
Don't think because you've a 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 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
Time to get ready, time to get ready
Time to get ready for love