Burt Bacharach - Wives & Lovers Lyrics
Hey, little girl,Comb your hair, fix your make-up.Soon he will open the door.Dont think becauseTheres a ring on your finger,You neednt try any moreFor wives should always be lovers, too.Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you.Im warning you.Day after day,There are girls at the office,And men will always be men.Dont send him offWith your hair still in curlers.You may not see him again.For wives should always be lovers, too.Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you.Hes almost here.Hey, little girlBetter wear something pretty,Something youd wear to go to the city.And dim all the lights,Pour the wine, start the music.Time to get ready for love.Oh, time to get ready,Time to get ready,Time to get readyFor love.