words by mraz & ariel quirolo by jason mraz Well an old saying goes mind manners, your mother And a man can find a who is tan and undercover. Well she lie about her age, but I got no complaints.
she can be as crazy and as foolish as she wants to be Because her old school ways are practical. 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 and we joked about the take. And when asked for identification I knew probably was a fake.
She's just another lover undercover. just another old-school lover undercover.
She's wearing that thin disguise, apologize. your birthday suit suits you. Ooh, well 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) Burr, it's in here. (Vocal improvisation) But you it hot, dear.
a sip of mexican 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 the Who and the Velvet Underground old sounds Like rock, spock rock, anything 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. with the old lady, now.
You're another older lover. And you're undercover.
Are you wearing that thin apologize. Your suits you. Oh, it suits 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 your nakedness and the way that you unfold say the way your told.
You're another older lover. And undercover.