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's a guitar pick

Heh, baby, you're so vicious

When I watch you come, baby, I just wanna run, far away

You're not the kind of person 'round I wanna 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 razorblades?

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 even want to meet

'Cause you're so vicious

Baby, you're so vicious

Vicious

Vicious

Vicious

Vicious

Vicious

Vicious

Vicious