Sold Out (In Stereo)
Well an old saying goes mind your manner mind your mother
and a man can find a lover who is tan and undercover
she might lie about her age
but lady, I got no complaints
Well she can be as crazy and as foolish as she wanna be
but her old school ways of practical technicalities are perfectly sane
I'm saying I ain't never seen a saint
well I met her in an old cop bar down in silverlake
where we spoke about the give and we joked about the take
and when they asked for identification
I knew hers probably was a fake
She's just another older lover undercover
she's just another old school, old rule lover
and now she's under my covers
And you're wearing that thin disguise
don't apologize
and your birthday suit suits you
well it suits me, too
it's one hell of a costume
I can't find the zipper anywhere on your back
perhaps it's attached to the breach of your ass crack
Brr, it's cold in here
Well, you keep it hot, dear
with a sip of mexican coffee and a grapefruit juice
glass of coke, glass of wine just to keep it loose
Well the things that you say and do, child
and the way that you groove to the music
you like the who and the velvet underground
old sound, like indy rock, spock rock anything you found
in the backseat of your downtown brown, bruised beat-up BMW
roll with your downtown self
Say go down on me now
say, ho, dog, older ladies now
still she's just another older lover undercover
and we sing this part again
And you're wearing that thin disguise
don't apologize
and your birthday suit suits you
well it suits me, too
it's one hell of a costume
I can't find the zipper anywhere on your back
perhaps it's attached to the breach of your ass crack
I see your bum
No old dramatic moments just a comment of the soul
I respect your nakedness and the way that you unfold
and the way you hold a story it's lies but it's told
say you're just another older lover undercover
