Young Presidents

Lyrics
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
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Credits
- Writers
- Philip Abram Dickey