His & Her Roles Reverse

I need a man for a French maid as I linger & watch him-slave I'll light up another cigarette & gloat, he's my heart he's my, type of bloke. The world has changed, roles-reversed I don't require any more pocket money chunk change. Nor a diamond or his tacky engagement ring but with that-said-I do like a little bit of bling. I need a man, who'll change the bedding, who has the smarts to plan his own funeral and wedding. But with that said, I'll not be wed, there's only so much time for shopping. I need a man who'll bite his lip, who knows exactly when he's licked-&-whipped. I need an unquestionable trusting friend. A man more women than a man, I guess in the end.