Vicious
You hit me with a flower
You do it every hour
Ohh, baby youre so vicious
Vicious
You want me to hit you with a stick
But all Ive gots a guitar pick
Huh... baby youre so vicious
When I watch you come
I just want to run far away
Youre not the kind of person
Around whom I want to stay
When I see you comin 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, youre so vicious
Vicious
You hit me with a flower
You do it every hour
Ohh, baby youre so vicious
Vicious
Hey, why dont you swallow razor blades
You must think Im some kinda gay blade
But baby, youre so vicious
When I watch you comin
I just have to run
Youre not good and you certainly arent very much fun
When I see you walkin 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 youre so vicious
