Vicious

You hit me with a flower

You do it every hour

Ohh, baby you're so vicious

Vicious

You want me to hit you with a stick

But all I've gots a guitar pick

Huh... Baby you're so vicious

When I watch you come

Baby I just want to run far away

Youre not the kind of person

Around whom I want to stay

When I see you walking down the street

I step on your hands and I mangle your feet

Youre not the kind of person that I wanna meet

Oh, baby, you're so vicious

Vicious

You hit me with a flower

You do it every hour

Ohh, baby you're so vicious

Vicious

Hey, why don't you swallow razor blades

You must think that I'm some kinda 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

Youre not the kind of person that I even wanna meet

'cause you're so vicious

Vicious

Baby, you're so vicious

Vicious...