Pink toenails, why don't I have time to paint pink got my pink foam curlers and my pony-tail My have time for their pink toenails
Come nightfall, you'll be waltzing through my you hear me call and I love the way you say "I'm your doll" and you'll find me sitting there In my toenails
I've got my and my Cosmo and my ticket to ride All I need is my box of chocolates and you by my side
Whoa, pink toenails, why don't I have to paint pink toenails? I've got my foam curlers and my pony-tail My girlfriends have time for their pink
You think your man don't about perfume and powder Polish and lipstick and lotion, lotion but when you 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 here and me something sweet Well, let me put my finishing on, put 'em on 'Cos I don't cuddle, snuzzle, rubbing on my feet I have 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 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 like Roy and Gail, Roy and Gail