Pink toenails, why don't I have time to pink toenails? I've got my pink foam curlers and my My girlfriends have time for their pink
Come nightfall, you'll be waltzing through my When you me call and I love the way you say "I'm your baby doll" and you'll find me sitting In my pink
I've got my 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 toenails? I've got my foam curlers and my pony-tail My girlfriends have time for their toenails
You your man don't care about perfume and powder Polish and lipstick and lotion, but when you slip Your slippers off and you rub him on the and he looks down Your leg, you're sure to see a grin at your toenails
He says, "Honey, come on over and give me something sweet Well, let me put my finishing on, put 'em on 'Cos I don't wanna cuddle, snuzzle, on my feet Till I painted every little toenail pink"
Oh, wrestle with me, you can mess up my 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, holy And we'll go to 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 Live happily after like Roy and Gail, Roy and Gail