Pink toenails, why don't I have time to pink toenails? I've got my pink foam curlers and my My girlfriends have for their pink toenails
nightfall, you'll be waltzing through my door When you me call and I love the way you say "I'm baby doll" and you'll find me sitting there In my pink
got my Walkman 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 time to paint pink toenails? I've got my pink foam curlers and my My girlfriends have for their pink toenails
You think your man care about perfume and powder Polish and lipstick and lotion, but when you slip Your slippers off and you rub him on the chin and he looks Your leg, sure to see a grin at your 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 wanna cuddle, snuzzle, rubbing on my Till I painted every little toenail pink"
Oh, wrestle me, you can mess up my hair You can me like a tomboy, I love it I swear
Oh toenails, Why don't I have to paint my toenails, toenails? I've been drinking my whiskey from a grail, holy grail And we'll go to Disneyland and the mono-rail, mono-rail
And if you're sweet, I'll be your nightingale, Until the extinction of the whale, sperm whale Live happily after like Roy and Gail, Roy and Gail