| Lyrics: | 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
Oh 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
Baby, oh you're so vicious, you're so vicious
Vicious, 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... |
