Vicious

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...