Words by jason mraz & ariel quirolo
Music by jason mraz
Well an old saying goes mind your manners, mind your mother
And a man can find a lover who is tan and undercover.
Well she might lie about her age, but lady I got no complaints.
Well she can be as crazy and as foolish as she wants to be
Because her old school ways are practical. Technicalities are perfectly sane.
I'm saying I ain't never seen a saint.
I met her at an old cop bar down in silverlake,
Where we joked about the give and we joked about the take.
And when they asked for identification I knew her's probably was a fake.
She's just another older lover undercover.
She's just another old-school lover undercover.
She's wearing that thin disguise, don't apologize.
'Cause your birthday suit suits you.
Ooh, well it suits me too. It's one hell of a costume
I can't find the zipper anywhere on your back,
Perhaps it's attached to the breach of your ass-crack.
Burr, it's cold in here.
But you keep it hot, dear.
Well, I sip mexican coffee and grapefruit juice,
Glass coke, glass of wine just to keep it loose.
Oh the things that you say and do, yeah,
Or the way that you groove to the music.
I like the Who and the Velvet Underground old sounds
Like indie rock, spock rock, anything you've found
In the backseat of your downtown brown, bruised beat up bmw.
I said you're down with the downtown.
Down. I dig the old sounds.
Down with the old lady, now.
You're just another older lover. And you're undercover.
Are you wearing that thin disguise? Don't apologize.
Your birthday suits you.
Oh, well it suits me, too. It's one hell of a costume.
I can't find the zipper anywhere on your back.
Perthaps it's attached to the breach of your ass-crack.
Any melodramatic role is just a garment of the soul.
I respect your nakedness and the way that you unfold
And the way the story's told.
You're just another older lover.
And you're undercover.
Lyrics taken from http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/j/jason_mraz/older_lover.html