| Prytania, you’re looking like a loaded gun
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| A loaded gun
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| Prytania, you know you are the baddest one
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| And the one I want
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| When you’re walking your walk
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| And talking your talk
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| The blame is on you for stopping my heart
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| If I get my way, we’ll marry some day
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| Who cares what they say?
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| Prytania, you’re looking like a loaded gun
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| A loaded gun
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| Prytania, you know you are the baddest one
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| And the one I want
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| The lines that I’ve said
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| The fool that I’ve been
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| May tell me that I’m in over my head
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| And no I don’t care
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| Come on just say yeah
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| I’m already there
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| Prytania, you’re looking like a loaded gun
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| A loaded gun
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| Prytania, you know you are the baddest one
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| And the one I want
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| There you go, ignore the palm of your hand
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| While you don’t notice the ones you’ve got all wrong
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| I’m in the ground you’re walking on
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| Would you try something you never have tried
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| It doesn’t matter how opposite we are
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| I’ll be the last to break your heart
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| Just keep it in mind
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| Keep it in mind
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| Prytania, Prytania
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| Prytania, you’re looking like a loaded gun
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| A loaded gun
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| Prytania, you know you are the baddest one
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| And the one I want |