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