Pink toenails, why don't I have time to paint toenails? got my pink foam curlers and my pony-tail My have time for their pink toenails
Come nightfall, be waltzing through my door When you hear me call and I the way you say "I'm your baby doll" and you'll me sitting there In my pink
I've got my and my Cosmo and my ticket to ride All I is my box of chocolates and you here by my side
Whoa, pink toenails, why don't I have to paint pink toenails? I've got my pink foam curlers and my My girlfriends have for their pink toenails
You think your man don't care about perfume and Polish and lipstick and lotion, but when you slip Your off and you rub him on the chin and he looks down Your leg, you're sure to see a grin at your toenails
He says, "Honey, come on over 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 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 drinking my whiskey a holy grail, holy grail And we'll go to Disneyland and ride the mono-rail,
And if you're sweet, I'll be your nightingale, Until the extinction of the whale, sperm whale Live happily after just Roy and Gail, Roy and Gail