words by jason mraz & quirolo music by jason an old saying goes mind your manners, mind mother And a man can find a 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 Because her old school 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 knew probably was a fake.
She's another older lover undercover. just another old-school lover undercover.
She's wearing thin disguise, don't apologize. 'Cause your suit suits you. Ooh, well it suits me too. It's one of a costume I can't find the zipper on your back, Perhaps it's 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, coke, glass of wine just to keep it loose. Oh the that you say and do, yeah, Or the way that you to the music. I the Who and the Velvet Underground old sounds indie rock, spock rock, anything you've found In the backseat of your downtown brown, bruised up BMW.
I said you're down the downtown. Down. I dig the old sounds. with the old lady, now.
You're just older lover. And you're undercover.
Are you wearing that disguise? apologize. Your suits you. Oh, it suits me, too. one hell of a costume. I can't find the zipper on your back. it's attached to the breach of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any melodramatic role is just a of the soul. I respect your nakedness and the way that you say the way your told.
just another older lover. And undercover.