Wives and Lovers

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 men will always be men
Don't send him off
With your hair still in curlers
You may not see him again, oh no!

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 for love
Comb your hair, fix your makeup
Put the dishes away and the laundry away
But you better get those curlers out
Men hate curlers, it's a whole thing
Kids, go to bed
I'm not going to tell you again, I'm serious
Its time for love
Why is he always so late?
Put some music on, dim the lights
What time is int?
Shave your pits, missy. Real quick
Call his mom back, but not right now
Pour the wine
Oh God, the dog just pooped
Clean it up fast, cos it's time for love
Pour the wine
Time for love
(Yawn, snoring)