Pink toenails, why I have time to paint pink toenails? I've got my pink curlers and my pony-tail My girlfriends have time for pink toenails
Come nightfall, be waltzing through my door you hear me call and I love the way you say "I'm your baby doll" and you'll me sitting there In my toenails
I've got my Walkman and my Cosmo and my ticket to All I need is my box of 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 time for their toenails
You think your man don't about perfume and powder Polish and lipstick and lotion, but when you slip slippers 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 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 Till I have every little toenail pink"
Oh, wrestle with me, you can up my hair You can me like a tomboy, I love it I swear
Oh toenails, Why I have time to paint my toenails, toenails? I've been drinking my whiskey from a holy grail, grail And go to Disneyland and ride the mono-rail, mono-rail
And if you're sweet, I'll be nightingale, nightingale Until the extinction of the whale, sperm whale happily after just like Roy and Gail, Roy and Gail