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 lies about her age, but lady I got no complaints
She can be as crazy and as foolish as she wants to be
Because her old school ways are practically technicalities and 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 spoke about the give and we joked about the take
And when they asked for identification I knew hers probably was a fake
Shes just another older lover undercover.
Shes just another old school lover undercover.
You're wearing that thin disguise. Don't apologize.
And you're birthday suit suits you.
Well it suits me too its one hell of a costume
I cant find the zipper anywhere on your back
Perhaps its attached to the breach of your a**-crack
Burr it's cold in here
But you keep it hot, dear
With a sip of Mexican coffee and some grapefruit juice
A gla** of coke a gla** of wine just to keep it loose
Oh the things that you say and do, wow.
And the way that you groove to the music
Like the Who and the Velvet Underground old sounds
You like indie rock, spock rock, anything you've found
In the backseat of your downtown brown and bruised beat up BMW
Any melodramatic role is just a garment of the soul
I respect your nakedness and the way that you unfold
and the way your wiser stories are always told
You're just another lover undercover