| Lyrics: | (B. Bacharach, H. David)
[Recorded June 12, 1964, Los Angeles]
Hey, little girl, comb
your hair, fix your make-up, 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 that he comes home to you.
I'm warning you,
Day after day, there are girls
at the office and the men will always be men,
Don't stand him up, with your hair still in
curlers, you may not see him again.
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 wear to go to the city,
Dim all the lights, pour the wine, start the
music, time to get ready for love.
Time to get ready for love, yes it's time to get ready for
love,
It's time to get ready, kick your shoes off, baby...., |
