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)