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 around I want to stay
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 want to meet
Baby, oh 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,
Hey why don´t you swallow razor blades
You must think that I´m some kind of gay blade
But 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 hand and I mangle your feet
You´re not the kind of person that I´d even want to meet
´Cause you´re so vicious, baby, you´re so vicious
Vicious, vicious...