Smoking Jacket

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

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 that's classic living bourgeoisie

I want a man who's 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

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