words by mraz & ariel quirolo music by mraz Well an old saying mind your manners, mind your And a man can a lover who is tan and undercover. Well she lie about her age, but I got no complaints.
Well she can be as and as foolish as she wants to be her old school ways are practical. Technicalities are perfectly sane. I'm saying I ain't seen a saint.
I met her at an old cop bar in silverlake, we joked about the give and we joked about the take. And when asked for identification I knew probably was a fake.
She's just another older undercover. She's another old-school lover undercover.
She's wearing that disguise, don't apologize. your birthday suit suits you. Ooh, well it suits me too. It's one hell of a I can't find the zipper anywhere on 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 coffee and grapefruit juice, Glass coke, glass of wine 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 Velvet Underground old Like indie rock, spock rock, 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 older lover. And 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 attached to the breach of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any melodramatic role is a garment of the soul. I respect your and the way that you unfold say the way your told.
You're just another lover. And undercover.