words by mraz & ariel quirolo music by mraz Well an old goes mind your manners, your mother And a man can find a who is tan and undercover. Well she lie about her age, but I got no complaints.
Well she can be as and as foolish as she wants to be Because her old school ways are practical. Technicalities are sane. I'm I ain't never 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. She's just another old-school undercover.
She's wearing thin disguise, don't apologize. 'Cause your birthday suits you. Ooh, well it suits 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) Burr, it's in here. (Vocal improvisation) But you it hot, dear.
a sip of coffee and grapefruit juice, Glass coke, glass of wine 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 Like rock, spock rock, anything you've found In the backseat of your brown, bruised beat up BMW.
I you're down with 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 thin disguise? apologize. Your birthday you. Oh, 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)
Any role is just a garment of the soul. I respect nakedness and the way that you unfold say the way story's told.
just another older lover. And undercover.