Pink toenails, why don't I have to paint pink toenails? I've got my pink foam curlers and my My girlfriends have time for pink toenails
nightfall, you'll be waltzing through my door When you hear me call and I the way you say "I'm baby doll" and you'll find me sitting there In my pink
got my Walkman and my Cosmo and my ticket to ride All I need is my box of chocolates and you here by my
Whoa, pink toenails, why don't I have time to paint pink I've got my pink foam curlers and my My have time for their pink toenails
You think your man don't care about and powder and lipstick and lotion, lotion but when you slip Your off and you rub him on the chin and he looks down leg, you're 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 wanna cuddle, snuzzle, rubbing on my feet I have painted every little toenail pink"
Oh, wrestle with me, you can up my hair You can treat me a tomboy, I love it I swear
Oh toenails, Why don't I time to paint my toenails, toenails? I've been my whiskey from 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 Until the extinction of the whale, sperm whale Live after just like Roy and Gail, Roy and Gail