My man's so debonairenFilthy rich, feathers in his hairnTaking off from where he standsnLoves his girlfriendnnDrives aroundnTells me to sit in the middle closer to himnTaking off, we're bound to landnKissed my lips and holds my handnnSome boys tell storiesnSome boys are cruelnSometimes I worrynBut I know he's better than the rest of themnnMy man, without a carenTime to spend flying through the airnTaking off from where he standsnLoves me trulynnSome boys tell storiesnSome boys are cruelnSometimes I worrynBut I know he's better than the rest of themnnDrives aroundnTells me to sit in the middle closer to himnTaking off, we've left the groundnKissed my lips and holds my hand