Girls/Fast Cars

We don't care for romance Romance or shooting stars They were last found together in 18th century memoirs We don't care for lovers If loving's all that they've got There must be other hobbies if they want to keep the plot I'm a man of simple tastes No whiskey and caviar And what I feel is what I say I'm not trying to be smart I like girls, girls and fast cars You too will feel this shallow when one melts your little heart We don't care for new year, new year or fireworks If all they represent is how to go from bad to worse Let's not feel disheartened There's no need to change the locks We'll stick to what we know and what we know is not a lot I'm a man of simple tastes No chewing on fat cigars And what I feel is what I say I'm not trying to be smart I like girls, girls and fast cars It's cheap and it's pathetic But you cant hate me just because I like girls, girls and fast cars You too will feel this shallow when one melts your little heart I'm a man of simple tastes No whiskey or caviar And what I feel is what I say But don't overthink this next part I like girls, girls and fast cars It's cheap and it's pathetic But you cant hate me just because I like girls, girls and fast cars You too will feel this shallow when one melts your little heart