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Hey little girl, comb your hair, fix your makeup |
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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 anymore |
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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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I'm warning you |
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Day after day, there are girls at the office |
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And men will always be men |
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Don't send him off with your hair still in curlers |
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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'd wear to go to the city |
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And dim all the lights, pour the wine |
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Start the music, time to get ready for love |
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Time to get ready for love, time to get ready |
