words by jason & ariel quirolo music by mraz Well an old saying goes your manners, mind your And a man can find a who is tan and undercover. she might 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 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 about the give and we joked the take. And they asked for identification I knew probably was a fake.
She's just another older undercover. She's just old-school lover undercover.
She's wearing 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 the zipper anywhere on your back, Perhaps it's attached to the breach of ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation) Burr, cold in here. (Vocal improvisation) But you it hot, dear.
a sip of mexican and grapefruit juice, Glass coke, of wine just to keep it loose. Oh the that you say and do, yeah, Or the way that you to the music. I like the Who and the Velvet Underground old Like indie rock, spock rock, anything you've In the backseat of downtown brown, bruised beat up BMW.
I you're down 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 wearing thin disguise? apologize. Your suits you. Oh, it suits me, too. It's one of a costume. I find the zipper anywhere on your back. Perhaps it's attached to the breach of ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any melodramatic role is 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.