Pink toenails, why don't I time to paint pink toenails? I've got my pink foam and my pony-tail My have time for their pink toenails
nightfall, you'll be waltzing through my door When you hear me 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 is my box of chocolates and you here by my side
Whoa, pink toenails, why don't I time to paint pink toenails? I've got my pink foam curlers and my My girlfriends time for their pink toenails
You think your man don't care perfume and powder Polish and lipstick and lotion, but when you slip slippers off and you rub him on the chin and he looks down Your leg, you're sure to see a grin at your pink
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, on my feet Till I painted every little toenail pink"
Oh, wrestle with me, you can mess up my You can me like a tomboy, I love it I swear
Oh toenails, Why don't I have to paint my toenails, toenails? I've been drinking my from a holy grail, holy grail And go to Disneyland and ride the mono-rail, mono-rail
And if sweet, I'll be your nightingale, nightingale Until the extinction of the sperm whale, whale Live happily after just like Roy and Gail, Roy and