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 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 shows going to 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 till 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