words by jason mraz & ariel by jason mraz Well an old saying goes your manners, mind mother And a man can find a 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 ways are practical. Technicalities are sane. I'm I ain't never seen a saint.
I met her at an old cop bar in silverlake, Where we joked the give and we joked about the take. And when asked for identification I knew her's was a fake.
She's just another lover undercover. She's just old-school lover undercover.
She's wearing thin disguise, don't apologize. 'Cause your birthday suit you. Ooh, well it suits me too. It's one 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, it's in here. (Vocal improvisation) But you it hot, dear.
a sip of mexican coffee and juice, Glass coke, glass of just 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 Underground old Like indie rock, 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. 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. one hell of a costume. I can't find the zipper 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 respect your nakedness and the way you unfold say the way story's told.
just another older lover. And undercover.