words by jason & ariel quirolo music by jason Well an old saying goes your manners, mind your And a man can a lover who is tan and undercover. Well she lie about her age, but I got no complaints.
Well she can be as crazy and as as she wants to be Because her old ways are practical. Technicalities are perfectly sane. I'm saying I ain't never a saint.
I met her at an old cop bar in silverlake, Where we joked about the give and we about the take. And when they asked for I her's probably was a fake.
just another older lover undercover. She's just another lover undercover.
She's wearing that thin disguise, apologize. your birthday suit suits you. Ooh, well it suits me too. It's one hell of a I can't the zipper anywhere on your back, it's attached to the breach of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation) Burr, cold in here. (Vocal improvisation) But you it hot, dear.
a sip of mexican coffee and juice, Glass coke, glass of just to keep it loose. Oh the that you say and do, yeah, Or the way that you to the music. I like the Who and the Velvet old sounds Like indie rock, rock, anything you've found In the backseat of downtown brown, bruised beat up BMW.
I said you're with the downtown. Down. I dig the old sounds. with the old lady, now.
You're just another older lover. And undercover.
Are you wearing that thin apologize. Your suits you. Oh, it suits me, too. It's one of a costume. I find the zipper anywhere on your back. Perhaps it's attached to the breach of ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any melodramatic role is just a of the soul. I your nakedness and the way that you unfold say the way your told.
You're another older lover. And undercover.