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 the 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
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...
