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 is 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 around 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, baby, 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

vicious, vicious