Pink toenails, why don't I have time to pink toenails? I've got my pink curlers and my pony-tail My girlfriends have time for their pink
nightfall, you'll be waltzing through my door When you me call and I love the way you say "I'm your doll" and you'll find me sitting there In my pink
I've got my Walkman and my Cosmo and my to ride All I need is my box of and you here by my side
Whoa, pink toenails, why I have time to paint pink toenails? got my pink foam curlers and my pony-tail My girlfriends have time for their pink
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 and he looks down Your leg, you're sure to see a grin at your pink
He says, "Honey, come on here and give me something sweet Well, let me put my finishing on, put 'em on I don't wanna cuddle, snuzzle, rubbing on my feet Till I have painted every little pink"
Oh, wrestle with me, you can up my hair You can me like a tomboy, I love it I swear
Oh toenails, Why don't I have time to paint my 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, I'll be your nightingale, Until the extinction of the whale, sperm whale Live after just like Roy and Gail, Roy and Gail