words by jason & ariel quirolo music by mraz Well an old goes mind your 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 foolish as she to be Because her old school are practical. Technicalities are perfectly sane. I'm saying I 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 when asked for identification I knew her's was a fake.
She's just older lover undercover. She's just old-school lover undercover.
She's wearing that thin disguise, apologize. 'Cause your birthday suits you. Ooh, well it me too. It's one hell of a costume I can't find the zipper anywhere on 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 just to keep it loose. Oh the things you say and do, yeah, Or the way you groove to the music. I like the Who and the Velvet Underground old Like rock, spock rock, anything you've found In the backseat of your brown, bruised 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 thin disguise? apologize. Your birthday you. Oh, it suits me, too. one hell of a costume. I find the zipper anywhere on your back. Perhaps it's to the breach of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any role is just a garment of the soul. I respect your nakedness and the way that you say the way your told.
You're another older lover. And undercover.