Vicious You hit me with a flower You do it every hour Ohh, baby you're so vicious Vicious You want me to hit you with a stick But all I've got's a guitar pick Huh... baby you're so vicious When I watch you come I just want to run far away You're not the kind of person Around whom I want to stay When I see you comin' down the street I step on your hands and I mangle your feet You're not the kind of person that I wanna meet Oh, baby, you're so vicious Vicious Hey, why don't you swallow razor blades You must think I'm some kinda gay blade But baby, you're so vicious When I watch you comin' I just have to run You're not good and you certainly aren't very much fun When I see you walkin' down the street I step on your hand and I mangle your feet You're not the kind of person that I even wanna meet 'Cause you're so vicious Vicious Vicious...