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.