words by jason mraz & ariel music by mraz Well an old saying goes mind manners, mind mother And a man can a lover who is tan and undercover. Well she lie about her age, but I got no complaints.
she can be as crazy and as foolish as she wants to be Because her old school are practical. Technicalities are perfectly sane. I'm saying I never seen a saint.
I met her at an old cop bar in silverlake, Where we joked about the and we joked about the take. And when asked for identification I knew probably was a fake.
just another older lover undercover. She's just another old-school undercover.
She's wearing that thin disguise, apologize. 'Cause 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, Perhaps 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 and grapefruit juice, Glass coke, glass of wine 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. Down the old lady, now.
You're just another older lover. And undercover.
Are you wearing thin disguise? apologize. Your birthday you. Oh, well it me, too. one hell 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 is just a garment of the soul. I respect your nakedness and the way you unfold say the way story's told.
You're just older lover. And undercover.