Vicious (Live)

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Vicious
You hit me with a flower
You do it every hour
And, baby, you're so vicious

Vicious
You want me to hit you with a stick
But all I've got's a guitar pick
And, baby, you're so vicious

When I see you come in, baby
I just wanna run far away
You're not the kind of person around
That I want to stay

When I see you walkin' down the street
I'd step on your hands and I mangle your feet
You're not the kind of person that I really wanna meet

'Cause you're so vicious
Oh God, you're so vicious
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa

Vicious
You hit me with a flower
You do it every hour
And, baby, you're so vicious

Vicious
Why don't you swallow razor blades?
You must think I'm some kinda gay blade
And, baby, you're so vicious

When I see you coming in, baby
I just want to run
You're not very good
And you are not really even very much fun

When I see you walkin' down the street
I'd step on your hands and I mangle your feet
You're not the kind of person that I really wanna meet
'Cause you're so vicious

Baby, you're so vicious
Oh, darling, you're so vicious
Oh, baby, you're so vicious
Hey baby, you're so vicious