words by jason mraz & quirolo by jason mraz Well an old saying goes mind manners, mind your And a man can a lover who is tan and undercover. she might lie about her age, but I got no complaints.
Well she can be as crazy and as as she wants to be her old school 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 joked the take. And they asked for identification I knew her's was a fake.
just another older lover undercover. She's just old-school lover undercover.
She's wearing that thin disguise, apologize. 'Cause your suit suits you. Ooh, well it suits me too. It's one hell of a I can't find the anywhere on your back, Perhaps attached to the breach of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation) Burr, it's in here. (Vocal improvisation) But you it hot, dear.
a sip of coffee and grapefruit juice, Glass coke, glass of just to keep it loose. Oh the things you say and do, yeah, Or the way that you to the music. I like the Who and the Underground old sounds indie rock, spock rock, anything you've found In the backseat of downtown brown, bruised beat up BMW.
I you're down with the downtown. Down. I dig the old sounds. Down the old lady, now.
You're just another lover. And you're undercover.
Are you that thin disguise? apologize. Your suits you. Oh, well it me, too. It's one of a costume. I can't find the anywhere on your back. Perhaps it's to the breach of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any role is just a garment of the soul. I respect your nakedness and the way you unfold say the way story's told.
just another older lover. And undercover.