words by jason & ariel quirolo music by mraz an old saying goes mind your manners, mind mother And a man can a lover 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 about the give and we joked the take. And when they asked for I knew probably was a fake.
just another older lover undercover. She's just another old-school undercover.
She's 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 on your back, Perhaps it's 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 that you to the music. I like the Who and the Velvet Underground old indie rock, spock rock, anything you've found In the backseat of your downtown brown, bruised 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 that disguise? apologize. Your suits you. Oh, well it me, too. It's one of a costume. I find the zipper anywhere on your back. Perhaps attached to the breach of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any melodramatic is just a garment of the soul. I respect nakedness and the way that you unfold say the way story's told.
just another older lover. And undercover.