Vicious

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 got's a guitar pick
Huh... baby you're so vicious
When I watch you come
I just want to run far away
You're 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
You're not the kind of person that I wanna meet
Oh, baby, you're so vicious
Vicious
Hey, why don't you swallow razor blades
You must think I'm some kinda gay blade
But baby, you're so vicious
When I watch you comin'
I just have to run
You're not good and you certainly aren't very much fun
When I see you walkin' down the street
I step on your hand and I mangle your feet
You're not the kind of person that I even wanna meet
'Cause you're so vicious
Vicious
Vicious...