Hey, little girl,
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Comb your hair, fix your make-up.
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Soon he will open the door.
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Don't think because
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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.
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I'm warning you.
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Day after day,
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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
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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
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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,
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Pour the wine, start the music.
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Time to get ready for love.
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Dim all the lights,
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Pour the wine,start the music.
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Time to get ready for love.
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Time to get ready,time to get ready for love.
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Time to get ready,time to get ready for love.
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Wives and Lovers
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Burt Bacharach |