Wives and lovers

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 he comes home to you I'm warning

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 he comes home to you, I'm warnin