Hey, little girl
Comb your hair, fix your makeup
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

Hеy, little girl
Better wеar something pretty
Something you'd wear to go to the city
Dim all the lights
Pour the wine, start the music
Time to get ready for love

Pour the wine, start the music
Time to get ready for love
I'm talking 'bout love for love
For love

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Writer(s): BURT BACHARACH, HAL DAVID