Pink toenails, why I have time to paint pink toenails? got my pink foam curlers and my pony-tail My girlfriends have for their pink toenails
Come nightfall, you'll be waltzing my door When you 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 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 have to paint pink toenails? I've got my pink foam curlers and my My have time for their pink toenails
You your man don't care about perfume and powder Polish and lipstick and lotion, lotion but when you Your slippers off and you rub him on the chin and he looks Your leg, you're sure to see a grin at pink toenails
He says, "Honey, come on over here and give me something Well, let me put my touches on, put 'em on 'Cos I don't cuddle, snuzzle, rubbing on my feet Till I painted every little toenail pink"
Oh, wrestle with me, you can up my hair You can treat me like a tomboy, I it I swear
Oh toenails, Why don't I have to paint my toenails, toenails? I've been drinking my whiskey from a holy grail, grail And we'll go to Disneyland and ride the mono-rail,
And if sweet, I'll be your nightingale, nightingale Until the extinction of the sperm whale, sperm Live happily after like Roy and Gail, Roy and Gail