Vicious

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...