F Well an old saying goes mind your manners mind your mother G And a man can find a lover who is tan and undercover A# sus2 F Well she might lies about her age, but lady I got no complaints F She can be as crazy and as foolish as she wants to be G A#sus2 Because her old school ways are practically technicalities and perfectly sane F Im saying I aint never seen a saint. F I met her at an old cop bar down in silverlake G Where we spoke about the give and we joked about the take A#sus2 F And when they asked for identification I knew hers probably was a fake F G A#sus2 F Shes just another older lover undercover. F G A#sus2 F Shes just another old school lover undercover. B F# Youre wearing that thin disguise. Dont apologize. B F# And youre birthday suit suits you. F Well it suits me too its one hell of a costume G I cant find the zipper anywhere on your back A#sus2 F Perhaps it’s attached to the breach of your ass-crack F - G - A#sus2 - F Burr its cold in here. You keep it hot dear. F with a sip of mexican coffee and some grapefruit juice G a glass of coke a glass of wine just to keep it loose A#sus2 oh the things that you say and do, wow. F And the way that you groove to the music F Like the who and the velvet underground old sounds G You like indie rock, spock rock, anything youve found A#sus2 F In the backseat of your downtown brown and bruised beat up bmw F G A#sus2 F Shes just another older lover undercover. F G A#sus2 F Shes just another old school lover undercover. F Any melodramatic role is just a garment of the soul G I respect your nakedness and the way that you unfold A#sus2 F and the way your wiser stories are always told F G A#sus2 F your just another lover undercover