Girls & Fast Cars

We don't care for romanceRomance or shooting starsThey were last found together in 18th century memoirsWe don't care for loversIf loving's all that they've gotThere must be other hobbies if they want to keep the plotI'm a man of simple tastes,No whiskey and caviarAnd what I feel is what I sayI'm not trying to be smartI like girls, girls and fast carsYou too will feel this shallow when one melts your little heartWe don't care for new year, new year or fireworksIf all they represent is how to go from bad to worseLet's not feel disheartenedThere's no need to change the locksWe'll stick to what we know and what we know is not a lot.I'm a man of simple tastesNo chewing on fat cigarsAnd what I feel is what I sayI'm not trying to be smartI like girls, girls and fast carsIt's cheap and it's pathetic,But you cant hate me just becauseI like girls, girls and fast carsYou too will feel this shallow when one melts your little heartI'm a man of simple tastes,No whiskey or caviarAnd what I feel is what I sayBut don't overthink this next part;I like girls, girls and fast carsIt's cheap and it's pathetic,But you cant hate me just becauseI like girls, girls and fast carsYou too will feel this shallow when one melts your little heart