Vicious

You hit me with a flower

You do it every hour

Ohh, baby youre so vicious



Vicious

You want me to hit you with a stick

But all Ive gots a guitar pick

Huh... baby youre so vicious



When I watch you come

I just want to run far away

Youre 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

Youre not the kind of person that I wanna meet

Oh, baby, youre so vicious



Vicious


You hit me with a flower

You do it every hour

Ohh, baby youre so vicious



Vicious

Hey, why dont you swallow razor blades

You must think Im some kinda gay blade

But baby, youre so vicious

When I watch you comin

I just have to run

Youre not good and you certainly arent very much fun

When I see you walkin down the street

I step on your hand and I mangle your feet

Youre not the kind of person that I even wanna meet

cause youre so vicious



Vicious

Vicious...