Pink toenails, why don't I time to paint pink toenails? got my pink foam curlers and my pony-tail My have time for their pink toenails
nightfall, you'll be waltzing 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 pink
I've got my Walkman and my Cosmo and my to ride All I need is my box of chocolates and you by my side
Whoa, pink toenails, why don't I have to paint pink toenails? I've got my pink curlers and my pony-tail My have time for their pink toenails
You think your man don't care about perfume and Polish and lipstick and lotion, lotion but when you Your slippers off and you rub him on the chin and he looks Your leg, you're sure to see a grin at your toenails
He says, "Honey, on over here and give 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 have painted every toenail pink"
Oh, wrestle with me, you can up my hair You can treat me like a tomboy, I love it I
Oh toenails, Why don't I have to paint my toenails, toenails? I've been my whiskey from a holy grail, holy grail And we'll go to Disneyland and ride the mono-rail,
And if you're sweet, be your nightingale, nightingale Until the extinction of the sperm whale, sperm Live after just like Roy and Gail, Roy and Gail