Pink toenails, why I have time to paint pink toenails? I've got my foam curlers and my pony-tail My girlfriends have time for pink toenails
Come nightfall, you'll be through my door you hear me call and I love the way you say "I'm your doll" and you'll find me sitting there In my pink
I've got my Walkman and my and my ticket to ride All I need is my box of chocolates and you here by my
Whoa, toenails, why don't I have time 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 Your slippers off and you rub him on the and he looks down Your leg, you're sure to see a grin at pink toenails
He says, "Honey, come on over here and give me sweet Well, let me put my finishing on, put 'em on 'Cos I wanna cuddle, snuzzle, rubbing on my feet Till I have painted every little pink"
Oh, wrestle with me, you can mess up my You can treat me like a tomboy, I it I swear
Oh toenails, Why don't I have time to paint my toenails, I've been drinking my whiskey from a holy grail, holy And we'll go to Disneyland and the mono-rail, mono-rail
And if you're sweet, I'll be your nightingale, Until the of the sperm whale, sperm whale Live happily after just like Roy and Gail, Roy and