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Hey, little girl, comb your hair |
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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 |
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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 he comes home to you, I'm warning you |
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Day after day, there are girls at the office and men will always be men |
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Don't stand up with your hair still in curlers, you may not see him again |
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For 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, |
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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 |
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Start the music, time to get ready for love |
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Dim all the lights, pour the wine |
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Start the music, time to get ready for love |
