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's
a guitar pick
Huh, 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 'round
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
Oh, babe,
you're so vicious
You're just so vicious
Vicious
Hey, 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
Vicious
Vicious
Vicious
Vicious