Young Presidents

Say 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 Seven Fourty-Seven flight
Discussions with the Russians last all night
We were two young presidents

Say 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
Stop. Go

I was talkin with my tired eyes again
Fallin with your peace keepin lips
We were two young presidents
On a Seven Fourty-Seven flight
Discussions with the Russians last all night
We were two young presidents

Stop. Go