Hey, little girl, comb your hair, fix your make-up, soon he'll be there at your door,
Dont 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 men will always be men,
Don't send him off, 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.
Hes almost here,
hey, little girl, better wear something pretty,
Something you'd wear to go to the city in,
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,
Its time to get ready, kick your shoes off, baby....,

Thanks to (Ruthie) for correcting these lyrics. Jan 15, 2008