Vicious

ViciousYou hit me with a flowerYou do it every hourOhh, baby you’re so viciousViciousYou want me to hit you with a stickBut all I’ve got’s a guitar pickHuh… baby you’re so viciousWhen I watch you comeI just want to run far awayYou’re not the kind of personAround whom I want to stayWhen I see you comin’ down the streetI step on your hands and I mangle your feetYou’re not the kind of person that I wanna meetOh, baby, you’re so viciousViciousYou hit me with a flowerYou do it every hourOhh, baby you’re so viciousViciousHey, why don’t you swallow razor bladesYou must think I’m some kinda gay bladeBut baby, you’re so viciousWhen I watch you comin’I just have to runYou’re not good and you certainly aren’t very much funWhen I see you walkin’ down the streetI step on your hand and I mangle your feetYou’re not the kind of person that I even wanna meet’cause you’re so viciousViciousVicious…

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