words by mraz & ariel quirolo music by mraz Well an old saying goes mind manners, mind mother And a man can a lover who is tan and undercover. Well she might lie her age, but I got no complaints.
Well she can be as crazy and as foolish as she to be Because her old school ways are practical. Technicalities are sane. I'm saying I ain't never 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 they asked for I knew her's was a fake.
She's another older lover undercover. She's just old-school lover undercover.
She's wearing thin disguise, don't apologize. your birthday suit suits you. Ooh, well it suits me too. It's one hell of a I can't the zipper anywhere on your back, Perhaps it's attached to the of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation) Burr, it's in here. (Vocal improvisation) But you it hot, dear.
a sip of mexican and grapefruit juice, Glass coke, glass of wine just to 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 Like indie rock, spock rock, anything you've In the of your 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 older lover. And you're undercover.
Are you wearing that disguise? apologize. Your birthday you. Oh, well it me, too. one hell of a costume. I can't find the zipper anywhere on back. it's attached to the breach of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any melodramatic is just a garment of the soul. I respect your and the way that you unfold say the way story's told.
just another older lover. And undercover.