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