Lyrics:

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 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....,