words by jason mraz & ariel music by mraz Well an old saying goes your manners, mind mother And a man can a lover who is tan and undercover. Well she might lie her age, but I got no complaints.
Well she can be as crazy and as as she wants to be Because her old ways are practical. Technicalities are perfectly sane. I'm I ain't 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 when they asked for I knew probably was a fake.
She's just another lover undercover. just another old-school lover undercover.
She's that thin disguise, don't apologize. your birthday suit suits you. Ooh, well it suits me too. It's one of a costume I can't find the zipper on your 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, of wine just to keep it loose. Oh the things you say and do, yeah, Or the way that you to the music. I like the Who and the Velvet old sounds Like indie rock, spock rock, you've found 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 another older lover. And you're undercover.
Are you wearing that disguise? apologize. Your birthday you. Oh, well it me, too. 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)
Any role is just a garment of the soul. I respect nakedness and the way that you unfold say the way your told.
You're just older lover. And undercover.