words by mraz & ariel quirolo by jason mraz Well an old saying mind your manners, mind your 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 and as foolish as she wants to be Because her old school ways are practical. are perfectly sane. I'm saying I never 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 they asked for identification I knew probably was a fake.
She's another older lover undercover. She's just another lover undercover.
She's wearing that thin disguise, apologize. 'Cause your birthday suit you. Ooh, well it suits me too. one hell of a costume I can't find the zipper 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 mexican coffee and 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 the Who and the Velvet Underground old sounds Like indie rock, rock, anything you've found In the backseat of your downtown brown, beat up BMW.
I you're down with the downtown. Down. I dig the old sounds. with the old lady, now.
You're just another older lover. And undercover.
Are you wearing that disguise? apologize. Your birthday you. Oh, well it me, too. It's one of a costume. I find the zipper anywhere on your back. it's attached to the breach of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any melodramatic is just a garment of the soul. I respect your and the way that you unfold say the way story's told.
You're just older lover. And undercover.