G Well an old saying goes mind your manners mind your mother A And a man can find a lover who is tan and undercover C sus2 G Well she might lies about her age, but lady I got no complaints G She can be as crazy and as foolish as she wants to be A Csus2 Because her old school ways are practically technicalities and perfectly sane G Im saying I aint never seen a saint. G I met her at an old cop bar down in silverlake A Where we spoke about the give and we joked about the take Csus2 G And when they asked for identification I knew hers probably was a fake G A Csus2 G Shes just another older lover undercover. G A Csus2 G Shes just another old school lover undercover. C# G# Youre wearing that thin disguise. Dont apologize. C# G# And youre birthday suit suits you. G Well it suits me too its one hell of a costume A I cant find the zipper anywhere on your back Csus2 G Perhaps it’s attached to the breach of your ass-crack G - A - Csus2 - G Burr its cold in here. You keep it hot dear. G with a sip of mexican coffee and some grapefruit juice A a glass of coke a glass of wine just to keep it loose Csus2 oh the things that you say and do, wow. G And the way that you groove to the music G Like the who and the velvet underground old sounds A You like indie rock, spock rock, anything youve found Csus2 G In the backseat of your downtown brown and bruised beat up bmw G A Csus2 G Shes just another older lover undercover. G A Csus2 G Shes just another old school lover undercover. G Any melodramatic role is just a garment of the soul A I respect your nakedness and the way that you unfold Csus2 G and the way your wiser stories are always told G A Csus2 G your just another lover undercover