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...