Vicious

Vicious

You hit me with a flower

You do it every hour

Oh baby you’re so vicious

Vicious

You want me hit you with a stick

But all I’ve got is a guitar pick

Oh baby you’re so vicious

When I watch you come

Baby I just want to run far away

You’re not the kind of person

Around I’d want to stay

When I see you walking down the street

I step on your hands and I nail your feet

You’re not the kind of person I’d even want to meet

Baby you’re so vicious

Vicious

Why don’t you swallow razor blades

You must think I’m some kind of gay parade

Oh baby you’re so vicious

When I see you coming

I just have to run

You’re not good

And you certainly aren’t very much fun

When I see you walking down the street

I step on your hands and I mangle your feet

You’re not even the kind of person I’d even want to meet

Baby you’re so vicious