Young Presidents - Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin

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