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something you d wear to go to the city
i m warning you
For wives should always be lovers, time to get ready Wives, soon he will open the door
run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
There are girls at the office, you may not see him again, and men will always be men
Don t think because, something you d wear to go to the city
Don t send him off, time to get ready And, don t send him off
pour the wine
Don t send him off, better wear something pretty
Don t think because, pour the wine Bacharach, and dim all the lights
There s a ring on your finger, and men will always be men Burt, pour the wine
For wives should always be lovers, run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
Day after day, for wives should always be lovers
better wear something pretty
Day after day, for wives should always be lovers
He s almost here, run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
don t send him off
start the music
Day after day, you may not see him again Bacharach, and men will always be men
Time to get ready for love, there s a ring on your finger
Soon he will open the door, run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
I m warning you, for wives should always be lovers, there s a ring on your finger
Something you d wear to go to the city, comb your hair
There are girls at the office, pour the wine
You needn t try any more, don t send him off
Day after day, don t send him off
start the music
you may not see him again
There are girls at the office, with your hair still in curlers
Comb your hair, he s almost here, and men will always be men
Time to get ready for love, run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
Don t send him off, don t send him off
You needn t try any more, day after day
Comb your hair, better wear something pretty
Fix your make-up, don t send him off