Vicious

One, two, three, four Vicious You hit me with a flower You do it every hour And, baby, you're so vicious Vicious You want me to hit you with a stick But all I've got's a guitar pick And, baby, you're so vicious When I see you come in, baby I just wanna run far away You're not the kind of person around That I want to stay When I see you walkin' down the street I'd step on your hands and I mangle your feet You're not the kind of person that I really wanna meet 'Cause you're so vicious Oh God, you're so vicious Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa Vicious You hit me with a flower You do it every hour And, baby, you're so vicious Vicious Why don't you swallow razor blades? You must think I'm some kinda gay blade And, baby, you're so vicious When I see you coming in, baby I just want to run You're not very good And you are not really even very much fun When I see you walkin' down the street I'd step on your hands and I mangle your feet You're not the kind of person that I really wanna meet 'Cause you're so vicious Baby, you're so vicious Oh, darling, you're so vicious Oh, baby, you're so vicious Hey baby, you're so vicious