words by jason & ariel quirolo by jason mraz Well an old saying goes your manners, mind your And a man can a lover who is tan and undercover. she might lie about her age, but I got no complaints.
Well she can be as and as foolish as she wants to be Because her old ways 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 give and we joked the take. And when asked for identification I knew her's was a fake.
She's just another lover undercover. She's just another lover undercover.
She's that thin disguise, don't apologize. your birthday suit suits you. Ooh, well it suits me too. It's one of a costume I can't find the anywhere on your back, Perhaps it's 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, of wine just 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 Underground old sounds indie rock, spock rock, anything you've found In the backseat of your brown, bruised beat up BMW.
I said down with the downtown. Down. I dig the old sounds. Down the old lady, now.
You're another older lover. And you're undercover.
Are you that thin disguise? apologize. Your suits you. Oh, well it me, too. It's one of a costume. I find the zipper anywhere on your back. it's attached to the breach of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any role is just a garment of the soul. I your nakedness and the way that you unfold say the way story's told.
You're just older lover. And undercover.