Hey, little girl, comb your hair, fix your make-up, soon they will open the door. Don't think because there's a ring on your finger, you needn't try anymore. 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 *** 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. Comb your hair, fix your make-up, put the dishes away and the laundry wet. But you better get those curlers out, men hate curlers. It's a whole thing. Kids, go to bed. I'm not gonna tell you again, I'm serious. It's time for love. Why is he always so late? Put some music on, *** the lights. What time is it? Shave your pits, Missy, real quick. Call his mom back, but not right now. Pour the wine. Oh, God, the dog just pooped. Clean it up fast, cause it's time for love. Pour the wine. Time for love.