Текст песни Wives & Lovers - Vic Damone

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
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
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
Time, to get ready
Time, to get ready, for love