Pink toenails, why don't I have time to pink toenails? I've got my pink curlers and my pony-tail My girlfriends have for their pink toenails
Come nightfall, you'll be through my door When you hear me and I love the way you say "I'm your baby doll" and you'll me sitting there In my toenails
I've got my Walkman and my Cosmo and my ticket to All I need is my box of and you here by my side
Whoa, pink toenails, why don't I have time to paint toenails? I've got my foam curlers and my pony-tail My have time for their pink toenails
You your man don't care about perfume and powder Polish and lipstick and lotion, lotion but you slip Your slippers off and you rub him on the and he looks down Your leg, sure to see a grin at your pink toenails
He says, "Honey, come on here and give me something sweet Well, let me put my touches on, put 'em on 'Cos I don't cuddle, snuzzle, rubbing on my feet Till I painted every little toenail pink"
Oh, wrestle me, you can mess up my hair You can me like a tomboy, I love it I swear
Oh toenails, Why don't I have time to my toenails, toenails? I've been my whiskey from a holy grail, holy grail And we'll go to Disneyland and the mono-rail, mono-rail
And if you're sweet, be your nightingale, nightingale Until the extinction of the sperm whale, sperm Live happily just like Roy and Gail, Roy and Gail