words by jason mraz & ariel music by mraz Well an old saying goes mind manners, mind mother 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 crazy and as as she wants to be her old school ways 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 joked about the give and we about the take. And when asked for identification I knew probably was a fake.
She's just older lover undercover. She's another old-school lover undercover.
wearing that thin disguise, don't apologize. 'Cause your birthday suit you. Ooh, well it suits me too. It's one hell of a 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 coffee and grapefruit juice, Glass coke, glass of wine to keep it loose. Oh the things you say and do, yeah, Or the way you groove to the music. I like the Who and the Velvet Underground old Like rock, spock rock, anything you've found In the of your downtown brown, bruised beat up BMW.
I said down with the downtown. Down. I dig the old sounds. with the old lady, now.
You're just another lover. And you're undercover.
Are you wearing thin 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 breach of ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any melodramatic is just a garment of the soul. I respect your nakedness and the way that you say the way story's told.
just another older lover. And undercover.