words by jason mraz & ariel music by jason Well an old goes mind your manners, mind your And a man can find a 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 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, we joked about the give and we joked about the take. And they asked for identification I knew her's was a fake.
She's just another older undercover. She's just another lover undercover.
She's wearing that thin disguise, apologize. 'Cause birthday suit suits you. Ooh, well it me too. It's one hell 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 like the Who and the Velvet old sounds Like indie rock, spock rock, anything found In the backseat of downtown brown, bruised beat up BMW.
I said you're down the downtown. Down. I dig the old sounds. Down the old lady, now.
You're another older lover. And you're undercover.
Are you wearing thin disguise? apologize. Your suits you. Oh, it suits me, too. one hell of a costume. I find the zipper anywhere on your back. Perhaps 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 story's told.
You're just another lover. And undercover.