words by jason mraz & ariel music by mraz Well an old goes mind your manners, mind mother And a man can find a who is tan and undercover. Well she might lie her age, but I got no complaints.
she can be as crazy and as foolish as she wants to be Because her old school 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 asked for identification I her's probably was a fake.
just another older lover undercover. She's just another old-school undercover.
wearing that thin disguise, don't apologize. 'Cause birthday suit suits you. Ooh, well it suits me too. 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, it's in here. (Vocal improvisation) But you it hot, dear.
a sip of coffee and grapefruit juice, Glass coke, glass of just to keep it loose. Oh the that you say and do, yeah, Or the way you groove 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 you're down the downtown. Down. I dig the old sounds. with the old lady, now.
You're another older lover. And you're undercover.
Are you wearing that thin apologize. Your suits you. Oh, well it me, too. one hell of a costume. I can't find the anywhere on your back. Perhaps attached to the breach of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any role is just a garment of the soul. I respect nakedness and the way that you unfold say the way your told.
You're just older lover. And undercover.