words by jason mraz & ariel music by mraz an old saying goes 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.
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, Where we joked about the give and we joked the take. And when they asked for I knew her's was a fake.
She's just another lover undercover. just another old-school lover undercover.
She's wearing that disguise, don't apologize. 'Cause your birthday suit you. Ooh, it suits me too. It's 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) 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 you've In the backseat of downtown brown, bruised beat up BMW.
I said you're down the downtown. Down. I dig the old sounds. with the old lady, now.
You're just another lover. And you're undercover.
Are you wearing that disguise? apologize. Your suits you. Oh, it suits me, too. one hell of a costume. I can't find the zipper anywhere on back. Perhaps it's to the breach of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any melodramatic role is a garment of the soul. I respect nakedness and the way that you unfold say the way story's told.
You're another older lover. And undercover.