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# C#sus2 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 C#sus2 G# And when they asked for identification I knew hers probably was a fake G# A# C#sus2 G# Shes just another older lover undercover. G# A# C#sus2 G# Shes just another old school lover undercover. D A Youre wearing that thin disguise. Dont apologize. D A 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 C#sus2 G# Perhaps it’s attached to the breach of your ass-crack G# - A# - C#sus2 - 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 C#sus2 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 C#sus2 G# In the backseat of your downtown brown and bruised beat up bmw G# A# C#sus2 G# Shes just another older lover undercover. G# A# C#sus2 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 C#sus2 G# and the way your wiser stories are always told G# A# C#sus2 G# your just another lover undercover