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