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 Babe 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 You hit me with a flower You do it every hour Ohh, 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...