Vicious

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



Credits
Writer(s): Lou Reed
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