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