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Well an old saying goes mind your manners, mind your mother |
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And a man can find a lover who is tan and undercover. |
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Well she might lie about her age, but lady I got no complaints. |
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Well she can be as crazy and as foolish as she wants to be |
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Because her old school ways are practical. Technicalities are perfectly sane. |
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I'm saying I ain't never seen a saint. |
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I met her at an old cop bar down in silverlake, |
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Where we joked about the give and we joked about the take. |
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And when they asked for identification I knew her's probably was a fake. |
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She's just another older lover undercover. |
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She's just another old-school lover undercover. |
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She's wearing that thin disguise, don't apologize. |
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'Cause your birthday suit suits you. |
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Ooh, well it suits me too. It's one hell of a costume |
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I can't find the zipper anywhere on your back, |
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Perhaps it's attached to the breach of your ass-crack. |
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(Vocal improvisation) |
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Burr, it's cold in here. |
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(Vocal improvisation) |
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But you keep it hot, dear. |
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Well, I sip mexican coffee and grapefruit juice, |
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Glass coke, glass of wine just to keep it loose. |
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Oh the things that you say and do, yeah, |
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Or the way that you groove to the music. |
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I like the Who and the Velvet Underground old sounds |
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Like indie rock, spock rock, anything you've found |
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In the backseat of your downtown brown, bruised beat up BMW. |
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I said you're down with the downtown. |
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Down. I dig the old sounds. |
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Down with the old lady, now. |
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You're just another older lover. And you're undercover. |
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Are you wearing that thin disguise? Don't apologize. |
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Your birthday suits you. |
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Oh, well it suits me, too. It's one hell of a costume. |
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I can't find the zipper anywhere on your back. |
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Perthaps it's attached to the breach of your ass-crack. |
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(Vocal improvisation) |
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Any melodramatic role is just a garment of the soul. |
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I respect your nakedness and the way that you unfold |
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And the way the story's told. |
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You're just another older lover. |
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And you're undercover. |