Pink toenails, why don't I have time to paint toenails? I've got my pink foam curlers and my My have time for their pink toenails
Come nightfall, you'll be waltzing through my When you hear me call and I the way you say "I'm your baby doll" and you'll find me there In my toenails
I've got my Walkman and my Cosmo and my 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 girlfriends have time for their pink
You your man don't care about perfume and powder and lipstick and lotion, lotion but when you slip Your slippers off and you rub him on the and he looks down Your leg, you're to see a grin at your pink 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 little toenail pink"
Oh, with me, you can mess up my hair You can me like 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 we'll go to and ride the mono-rail, mono-rail
And if you're sweet, be your nightingale, nightingale Until the extinction of the whale, sperm whale happily after just like Roy and Gail, Roy and Gail