words by jason mraz & ariel music by jason Well an old saying goes mind manners, mind mother And a man can find a who is tan and undercover. Well she might lie her age, but I got no complaints.
Well she can be as crazy and as foolish as she 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 about the give and we joked about the take. And when they for identification I her's probably was a fake.
She's just older lover undercover. She's another old-school lover undercover.
wearing that thin disguise, don't apologize. 'Cause your birthday suits you. Ooh, well it suits me too. one hell of a costume I can't find the zipper anywhere on back, it's 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 to keep it loose. Oh the that you say and do, yeah, Or the way you groove to the music. I like the Who and the Velvet old sounds Like indie rock, spock rock, you've found In the backseat of your brown, bruised beat up BMW.
I said you're with the downtown. Down. I dig the old sounds. with the old lady, now.
You're just another older lover. And undercover.
Are you that thin disguise? apologize. Your suits you. Oh, it suits me, too. one hell of a costume. I can't the zipper anywhere on your back. Perhaps it's attached to the breach of ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any melodramatic role is just a of the soul. I respect your nakedness and the way that you say the way story's told.
You're just older lover. And undercover.