Vicious You hit me with a flower You do it every hour Oh baby you’re so vicious Vicious You want me 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’d want to stay When I see you walking down the street I step on your hands and I nail your feet You’re not the kind of person I’d even want to meet Baby you’re so vicious Vicious Why don’t you swallow razor blades You must think I’m some kind of gay parade Oh 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 hands and I mangle your feet You’re not even the kind of person I’d even want to meet Baby you’re so vicious