Vicious

Vicious, you hit me with a flower

You do it every hour

Oh, baby, you're so vicious

Vicious, you want me to 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 that I want to stay

When I see you walking down the street

I step on your hands and mangle your feet

You're not the kind of person that I want to meet

Oh, baby, you're so vicious

You're so vicious

Vicious, you hit me with a flower

You do it every hour

Oh, baby, you're so vicious

Vicious, you hit me with a flower

You must think that I'm some kind of gay, baby

But, baby, you're so vicious

When I watch you come

Baby, I just want to run

You're not good and you certainly aren't much fun

When I see you walking down the street

I step on your hands and I mangle your feet

You're not the kind of person that I even want to meet

'Cause you're so vicious

You're so vicious

Vicious

You're so vicious

Vicious

You're so vicious

You're so vicious

You're so vicious