Lyrics
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
