words by mraz & ariel quirolo by jason mraz Well an old goes mind your manners, mind mother And a man can a lover who is tan and undercover. Well she lie about her age, but I got no complaints.
Well she can be as crazy and as as she wants to be her old school ways are practical. Technicalities are perfectly sane. I'm saying I 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.
just another older lover undercover. She's just old-school lover undercover.
wearing that thin disguise, don't apologize. 'Cause your birthday suit you. Ooh, it suits me too. It's one hell of a costume I can't find the zipper anywhere on back, Perhaps it's attached to the of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation) Burr, cold in here. (Vocal improvisation) But you it hot, dear.
a sip of coffee and grapefruit juice, Glass coke, glass of wine just to it loose. Oh the that 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 found In the backseat of your downtown brown, 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 disguise? apologize. Your suits you. Oh, it suits me, too. one hell of a costume. I can't find the zipper on your back. Perhaps it's attached to the of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any melodramatic role is just a of the soul. I respect your nakedness and the way that you say the way story's told.
You're just another lover. And undercover.