words by jason mraz & quirolo by jason mraz Well an old saying goes mind manners, your 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 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 joked the give and we joked about the take. And they asked for identification I her's probably was a fake.
just another older lover undercover. She's just another lover undercover.
wearing that thin disguise, don't apologize. 'Cause birthday suit suits you. Ooh, well 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) Burr, it's 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 like the Who and the Underground old sounds Like indie rock, spock rock, you've found In the backseat of downtown brown, bruised beat up BMW.
I said you're down the downtown. Down. I dig the old sounds. Down 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 find the zipper anywhere 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 your nakedness and the way that you unfold say the way your told.
You're just another lover. And undercover.