Young Presidents

Say it do you really wanna be the way we used to go? Or do you really, really, really wanna be the one who told you so? If this could've been like the other times Or another way, too We creep in place but I'm trying not to bend my arms (my love) Stop. Go Talkin with your tired eyes again Movin' with your peace keepin' lips We were two young presidents On a 747 flight Discussions with the Russians last all night We were two young presidents Say it We could play it Cinnamon Girl We could play it slow But all I really, really, really, really, really, really, want is to let her go Tell me where you've been, boy Now tell me where you've been If this could've been like the other times Or another way, too We creep in place but I'm trying not to bend my arms (my love) Stop. Go I was talkin' with my tired eyes again Fallin' with your peace keepin' lips We were two young presidents On a 747 flight Discussions with the Russians last all night We were two young presidents Stop. Go Oooh (hey!) Oooh (hey!) Oooh (hey!) Oooh