words by mraz & ariel quirolo by jason mraz Well an old saying goes mind 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 ways are practical. Technicalities are perfectly sane. I'm saying I ain't never a saint.
I met her at an old cop bar in silverlake, Where we joked the give and we joked about the take. And they asked for identification I her's probably was a fake.
She's just another lover undercover. She's another old-school lover undercover.
She's wearing that disguise, don't apologize. 'Cause your birthday suits you. Ooh, it suits me too. It's 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) Burr, cold 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 the Who and the Velvet Underground old sounds Like indie rock, rock, anything you've found In the of your downtown brown, bruised beat up BMW.
I said you're with the downtown. Down. I dig the old sounds. Down the old lady, now.
You're just 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 can't find the anywhere on your back. Perhaps it's to the breach of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any melodramatic is just 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.