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