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Hey, little girl, comb your hair, fix your make-up, soon he will open the door, |
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Don't think because there's a ring on your finger, you needn't try any more. |
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For wives should always be lovers too, |
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Run to his arms the moment that he comes home to you. |
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I'm warning you, |
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Day after day, there are girls at the office and the men will always be men, |
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Don't stand him up, with your hair still in curlers, you may not see him again. |
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Wives should always be lovers too, |
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Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you. |
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He's almost here, hey, little girl, better wear something pretty, |
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Something you wear to go to the city, |
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Dim all the lights, pour the wine, start the music, time to get ready for love. |
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Time to get ready for love, yes it's time to get ready for love, |
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It's time to get ready, kick your shoes off, baby...., |
