Pink toenails, why don't I have time to paint pink got my pink foam curlers and my pony-tail My girlfriends have for their pink toenails
Come nightfall, you'll be through my door When you hear me call and I the way you say "I'm your baby doll" and find me sitting there In my pink
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 I have time to paint pink toenails? I've got my foam curlers and my pony-tail My have time for their pink toenails
You your man don't care about perfume and powder Polish and lipstick and lotion, lotion but 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 your toenails
He says, "Honey, on over here and give me something sweet Well, let me put my touches on, put 'em on 'Cos I don't wanna cuddle, snuzzle, on my feet Till I have every little toenail pink"
Oh, wrestle with me, you can mess up my You can treat me like a tomboy, I love it I
Oh toenails, Why don't I time to paint my toenails, toenails? I've been drinking my whiskey from a grail, holy grail And we'll go to and ride the mono-rail, mono-rail
And if sweet, I'll be your nightingale, nightingale Until the extinction of the whale, sperm whale Live happily after like Roy and Gail, Roy and Gail