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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
You hit me with a flower
You do it every hour
Ohh, 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...