Older Lover Undercover Songtext
von Jason Mraz
Older Lover Undercover Songtext
What′s up, friends?
Welcome to a very special evening
For us, hopefully for you
Good to see you guys
She's just another older lover undercover
Ya-da-ya-ya-yea-yea, yeah
This is for all the older ladies out there
She′s just another old-school lover
And she's under my cover
One, two, three, four
An old saying goes, mind your manner, mind your mother
And a man can find a lover who is tan and undercover
Oh, she might lie about her age, but lady, I got no complaints
Well, she can be as crazy and as foolish as she wanna be
Well, her old-school ways are absolutely positively
Well, they're perfectly sane, but I′m sayin′ I ain't never seen a saint
I met her at an old cop bar down in Silver Lake
And when we joke about the give and we talk about the take
And when they asked for identification, I knew hers probably was a fake
She′s just another older lover undercover
Ya-de-da-da-da-da
She's just another old-school lover
Under my cover
And we sing this part right ′chea
And you're wearing that thin disguise; don′t apologize
Your birthday suit suits you
Ah, well, it suits me too; it's one hell of a costume
I can't find the zipper anywhere in your back, perhaps
It′s attached to the breach of your ass crack
La-de-da-de-da-da
Rra-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bum
Ba-de-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bum
You make it hot
You make it hot
With a sip of Mexican coffee and grapefruit juice
Glass of coke, glass of wine, just to keep it loose
Oh, the things that you say and do, child
And the way that you groove to the music
You like The Who and The Velvet Underground
Old sound like Indie Rock, Spock Rock, anything you found
In the backseat of your downtown brown and bruised, beat-up BMW
I say, go with your downtown soul
Say, go down on me once or twice, baby, now
Oh, I miss my older lady now
Say, she′s just another older lover undercover
Ya-de-da-de-da
And we sing this part again
Well, you're wearing that thin disguise; don′t apologize
Your birthday suit suits you
Sing, ahh, well, it suits me too; it's one hell of a costume
I can′t find the zipper anywhere in your back, perhaps
Well, maybe it's up your as—ask me not, ask me how
Ask me why, ask me when, and I′ll tell you now
She's just another older
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-da-da-la-da-da-la-da
La-da-la-la-la-la-la
La-da-la-la-la-la
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Za-da-da-da-da-da
Any melodramatic role is just a garment of the soul
I respect your nakedness and the way that you unfold
And your way your older story is still alive, but still it's told
See, you′re just another older lover undercover
You′re welcome
Thank you, sir
Welcome to a very special evening
For us, hopefully for you
Good to see you guys
She's just another older lover undercover
Ya-da-ya-ya-yea-yea, yeah
This is for all the older ladies out there
She′s just another old-school lover
And she's under my cover
One, two, three, four
An old saying goes, mind your manner, mind your mother
And a man can find a lover who is tan and undercover
Oh, she might lie about her age, but lady, I got no complaints
Well, she can be as crazy and as foolish as she wanna be
Well, her old-school ways are absolutely positively
Well, they're perfectly sane, but I′m sayin′ I ain't never seen a saint
I met her at an old cop bar down in Silver Lake
And when we joke about the give and we talk about the take
And when they asked for identification, I knew hers probably was a fake
She′s just another older lover undercover
Ya-de-da-da-da-da
She's just another old-school lover
Under my cover
And we sing this part right ′chea
And you're wearing that thin disguise; don′t apologize
Your birthday suit suits you
Ah, well, it suits me too; it's one hell of a costume
I can't find the zipper anywhere in your back, perhaps
It′s attached to the breach of your ass crack
La-de-da-de-da-da
Rra-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bum
Ba-de-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bum
You make it hot
You make it hot
With a sip of Mexican coffee and grapefruit juice
Glass of coke, glass of wine, just to keep it loose
Oh, the things that you say and do, child
And the way that you groove to the music
You like The Who and The Velvet Underground
Old sound like Indie Rock, Spock Rock, anything you found
In the backseat of your downtown brown and bruised, beat-up BMW
I say, go with your downtown soul
Say, go down on me once or twice, baby, now
Oh, I miss my older lady now
Say, she′s just another older lover undercover
Ya-de-da-de-da
And we sing this part again
Well, you're wearing that thin disguise; don′t apologize
Your birthday suit suits you
Sing, ahh, well, it suits me too; it's one hell of a costume
I can′t find the zipper anywhere in your back, perhaps
Well, maybe it's up your as—ask me not, ask me how
Ask me why, ask me when, and I′ll tell you now
She's just another older
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-da-da-la-da-da-la-da
La-da-la-la-la-la-la
La-da-la-la-la-la
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Za-da-da-da-da-da
Any melodramatic role is just a garment of the soul
I respect your nakedness and the way that you unfold
And your way your older story is still alive, but still it's told
See, you′re just another older lover undercover
You′re welcome
Thank you, sir
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