I want a man with a smoking jacket

And a deeper pocket with money to burn

I want a man who knows his status

And he makes a habit of loving me till it hurts



He might be heavy on the pedal

But he knows how to take it slow

He might be quite continental

But he's sure gonna take me home

Yes, he is



I want a man with a smoking jacket

And a car thats classic living bourgeoisie

I want a man whose heart is tragic

But he makes his magic every night on me



We go together just like nicotine and Chanel

And when he lights up I'm his lucky strike

Waiting for him to exhale



I want a man with a smoking jacket

And a deeper pocket with money to burn

I want a man who knows his status

And he makes a habit of loving me til it hurts



Velvet and refined, he's defined to hold me

I don't need a diamond, I like wearing his smoke rings



I want a man

I want a man

I want a man

I want a man with a smoking jacket

And he lights his matches with kerosene

I want a man

I want a man

I want a man with a smoking jacket

I want a man

I want a man

I want a man with a smoking jacket