My man's so debonaire

Filthy rich, feathers in his hair

Taking off from where he stands

Loves his girlfriend



Drives around

Tells me to sit in the middle closer to him

Taking off, we're bound to land

Kissed my lips and holds my hand



Some boys tell stories

Some boys are cruel

Sometimes I worry

But I know he's better than the rest of them



My man, without a care

Time to spend flying through the air

Taking off from where he stands

Loves me truly



Some boys tell stories

Some boys are cruel

Sometimes I worry

But I know he's better than the rest of them



Drives around

Tells me to sit in the middle closer to him

Taking off, we've left the ground

Kissed my lips and holds my hand