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