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 Huh, 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 Oh, baby, you're so vicious You're so vicious Vicious Hey, 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 Vicious, vicious Vicious, vicious Vicious, vicious