Comb your hair, fix your make-up.
Soon he will open the door.
For wives should always be lovers, too.
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you.
I'm warning you.
And men will always be men.
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.
something you'd wear to go to the city.
Pour the wine, start the music.
Time to get ready for love.
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