Wives And Lovers Lyrics
Hey, little girl,Comb your hair, fix your make-up.Soon he will open the door.Don't think becauseThere's a ring on your finger,You needn't try any moreFor 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 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.He's almost here.Hey, little girlBetter 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.Oh, time to get ready,Time to get ready,Time to get readyFor love.
Burt Bacharach Wives And Lovers
