Pink toenails, why don't I have to paint pink toenails? I've got my pink foam curlers and my My girlfriends time for their pink toenails
Come nightfall, you'll be through my door When you me call and I love the way you say "I'm your baby doll" and you'll find me 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 time to paint toenails? I've got my pink foam and my pony-tail My girlfriends have time for pink toenails
You think your man don't care about and powder and lipstick and lotion, lotion but when you slip Your slippers off and you rub him on the chin and he down Your leg, you're sure to see a grin at pink toenails
He says, "Honey, on over here and give me something sweet Well, let me put my finishing on, put 'em on 'Cos I don't cuddle, snuzzle, rubbing on my feet I have painted every little toenail pink"
Oh, wrestle me, you can mess up my hair You can treat me like a tomboy, I it I swear
Oh toenails, Why I have time to paint my toenails, toenails? I've been drinking my whiskey from a holy grail, holy And we'll go to and ride the mono-rail, mono-rail
And if sweet, I'll be your nightingale, nightingale Until the of the sperm whale, sperm whale Live happily after like Roy and Gail, Roy and Gail