words by mraz & ariel quirolo by jason mraz Well an old saying goes your manners, mind mother 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 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, Where we about the give and we joked about the take. And when they for identification I knew her's was a fake.
She's just another older undercover. just another old-school lover undercover.
She's wearing that thin disguise, apologize. 'Cause your birthday 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 attached to the breach of ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation) Burr, cold in here. (Vocal improvisation) But you it hot, dear.
a sip of mexican coffee and 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 Velvet Underground old indie rock, spock rock, anything you've found In the backseat of your downtown brown, 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 wearing that thin apologize. Your suits you. Oh, it suits me, too. It's one of a costume. I can't find the zipper anywhere on back. Perhaps attached 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 just older lover. And undercover.