Lyrics Wives And Lovers - Connie Francis

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 that he comes home to you
I'm warning you

Day after day, there are girls at the office and the men will always be men
Don't send him off, with your hair still in curlers, you may not see him again

Oh, 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 wear to go to the city
And dim all the lights, pour the wine, start the music
Time to get ready for love

Uhm, it's time to get ready
A time to get ready
Time to get ready for love

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 wear to go to the city
And dim all the lights, pour the wine, start the music
Time to get ready for love

Uhm, time to get ready
A time to get ready
Time to get ready for love