words by jason mraz & ariel music by jason Well an old saying mind 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 ways are practical. Technicalities are perfectly sane. I'm I ain't 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 they asked for identification I knew her's was a fake.
She's just another older undercover. She's just old-school lover undercover.
She's wearing that disguise, don't apologize. 'Cause your suit suits you. Ooh, it suits me too. It's 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, it's in here. (Vocal improvisation) But you it hot, dear.
a sip of mexican and grapefruit 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 Underground old sounds Like indie rock, rock, anything you've found In the backseat of your 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 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 can't find the anywhere on your back. Perhaps it's attached to the of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any melodramatic role is a garment of the soul. I respect your nakedness and the way that you say the way story's told.
You're another older lover. And undercover.