words by mraz & ariel quirolo by jason mraz Well an old saying mind your manners, your 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 and as foolish as she wants to be Because her old school ways are practical. are perfectly sane. I'm saying I never 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 they for identification I knew her's was a fake.
She's just older lover undercover. She's another old-school lover undercover.
She's wearing thin disguise, don't apologize. 'Cause birthday suit suits you. Ooh, well 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) 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 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. with the old lady, now.
You're just another lover. And you're undercover.
Are you that thin disguise? apologize. Your birthday you. Oh, it suits me, too. one hell of a costume. I can't find the anywhere on your back. Perhaps it's to the breach of your 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.
just another older lover. And undercover.