words by jason mraz & quirolo music by 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.
she can be as crazy and as foolish as she wants to be Because her old school ways are practical. are perfectly sane. I'm saying I ain't never 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 they asked for I her's probably was a fake.
She's just another lover undercover. She's another old-school lover undercover.
wearing that thin disguise, don't apologize. 'Cause your suit suits you. Ooh, well it suits me too. It's one hell of a I can't the zipper anywhere on your back, Perhaps 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 coffee and grapefruit juice, Glass coke, glass of wine just to it loose. Oh the things you say and do, yeah, Or the way you groove to the music. I the Who and the Velvet Underground old sounds Like indie rock, spock rock, you've found In the backseat of downtown brown, bruised beat up BMW.
I you're down with the downtown. Down. I dig the old sounds. Down the old lady, now.
just another older lover. And you're undercover.
Are you wearing thin disguise? apologize. Your birthday you. Oh, well it me, too. one hell of a costume. I can't find the zipper on your back. Perhaps it's 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.