words by jason mraz & quirolo music by jason Well an old saying goes your manners, your mother And a man can find a 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 they asked for I her's probably was a fake.
She's another older lover undercover. She's just another old-school undercover.
She's that thin disguise, don't apologize. 'Cause birthday suit suits you. Ooh, well it me too. It's one hell of a costume I can't find the zipper anywhere on back, it's 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 wine just to 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 Like indie rock, spock rock, anything you've In the backseat of your downtown brown, bruised up BMW.
I said you're down 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 birthday you. Oh, it suits me, too. It's one of a costume. I can't find the zipper on your back. Perhaps attached to the breach of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any melodramatic role is a garment of the soul. I respect your nakedness and the way that you say the way story's told.
You're another older lover. And undercover.