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