words by jason & ariel quirolo by jason mraz Well an old saying mind your 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 foolish as she to be her old school 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 about the give and we joked about the take. And they asked for identification I knew her's was a fake.
just 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 me too. It's one hell of a costume I can't find the 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 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 found In the backseat of your downtown brown, bruised 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 thin apologize. Your birthday you. Oh, it suits me, too. It's one of a costume. I can't find the anywhere on your back. Perhaps it's attached to the of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any melodramatic role is a garment of the soul. I respect your nakedness and the way that you say the way story's told.
You're just another lover. And undercover.