Vicious
Vicious, you hit me with a flowerYou do it every hourBaby you're so viciousVicious, you want me to hit you with a stickBut all I've got's a guitar pickOh baby, you're so vicious
When I watch you come, baby, I just want to run far awayYou're not the kind of person around I want to stayWhen I see you walking down the streetI step on your hands and I mangle your feetYou're not the kind of person that I even want to meetBaby, oh you're so vicious, you're so vicious
Vicious, you hit me with a flowerYou do it every hourOh, baby you're so viciousVicious, hey why don't you swallow razor bladesYou must think that I'm some kind of gay bladeBut baby, you're so vicious
When I see you coming I just have to runYou're not good and you certainly aren't very much funWhen I see you walking down the streetI step on your hand and I mangle your feetYou're not the kind of person that I even want to meet'Cause you're so vicious, baby, you're so viciousVicious, vicious