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 or 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
(They melt, they melt, they melt your little)
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 can't hate me just because
I like girls
Girls and fast cars
You, too, will feel this shallow
When one melts your little heart
They melt, they melt, they melt your little heart
They melt, they melt your little heart
They melt, they melt your little heart
They melt, they melt your little heart
I'm a man of simple tastes
(They melt, they melt your little heart)
No whiskey or caviar
(They melt, they melt your little heart)
And what I feel is what I say
(They melt, they melt your little heart)
But don't overthink this next part
I like girls
Girls and fast cars
It's cheap and it's pathetic
But you can't hate me just because
I like girls
Girls and fast cars
You, too, will feel this shallow
When one melts your little heart