Vicious
  you hit me with a flower
  You do it every hour
  oh, baby, you're so vicious
    Vicious
  you want me to hit you with a stick
  But all I've got is a guitar pick
  huh, 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
  want to stay
    When I see you walking down the street
  I step on your hands and I mangle your feet
  You're not the kind of person that I want to meet
    Oh, baby, you're so vicious
  you're so vicious
    Vicious
  hey, you hit me with a flower
  You do it every hour
  oh, baby you're so vicious
    Vicious
  hey, why don't you swallow razor blades
  You must think that I'm some kind of gay blade
  but 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 hand and I mangle your feet
  You're not the kind of person that I'd even want to meet
    'Cause you're so vicious
  baby, you're so vicious
  Vicious, vicious
  vicious, vicious
  Vicious, vicious
  vicious, vicious