Vicious

Vicious, you hit me with a flower

You do it every hour

Oh, baby you're so vicious

Vicious, you want me to hit you with a stick

But all I've got is a guitar pick

Oh baby, you're so vicious

When I watch you come, baby, I just want to run far away

You're not the kind of person around I want to stay

When I see you walking down the street

I step on your hands and I mangle your feet

You're not the kind of person that I want to meet

Baby, oh you're so vicious, you're so vicious

Vicious, you hit me with a flower

You do it every hour

Oh, baby you're so vicious

Vicious, hey why don't you swallow razor blades

You must think that I'm some kind of gay blade

But baby, you're so vicious

When I see you coming I just have to run

You're not good and you certainly aren't very much fun

When I see you walking down the street

I step on your hand and I mangle your feet

You're not the kind of person that I'd even want to meet

'Cause you're so vicious, baby, you're so vicious

Vicious, vicious...