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

Im saying I aint 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.



Youre wearing that thin disguise. Dont apologize.

And youre 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 ass-crack



Burr its cold in here. You keep it hot dear.



with a sip of mexican coffee and some grapefruit juice

a glass of coke a glass 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 youve found

In the backseat of your downtown brown and bruised beat up bmw



Chorse...your just another lover undercover...



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



your just another lover undercover