words by mraz & ariel quirolo music by mraz Well an old saying goes your manners, your mother And a man can a lover who is tan and undercover. Well she might lie her age, but I got no complaints.
Well she can be as crazy and as as she wants to be her old school ways are practical. Technicalities are perfectly sane. I'm saying I ain't seen 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.
She's just older lover undercover. just another old-school lover undercover.
She's wearing thin disguise, don't apologize. 'Cause your suit suits you. Ooh, well it me too. It's one hell of a costume I can't find the zipper anywhere on back, Perhaps it's attached to the of your ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation) Burr, cold in here. (Vocal improvisation) But you it hot, dear.
a sip of mexican coffee and juice, Glass coke, glass of wine just to it loose. Oh the that you say and do, yeah, Or the way that you to the music. I the Who and the Velvet Underground old sounds Like indie rock, spock rock, anything you've In the backseat of your brown, bruised beat up BMW.
I said you're with the downtown. Down. I dig the old sounds. with the old lady, now.
You're just 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 can't find the zipper on your back. Perhaps it's attached to the breach of ass-crack.
(Vocal improvisation)
Any melodramatic role is a garment of the soul. I respect your nakedness and the way you unfold say the way your told.
You're another older lover. And undercover.