Susanna 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's a guitar pick
Oh 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 coming down the street
I step on your hands and I mangle your feet
You're not the kind of person that I even wanna meet
Oh baby, you're so vicious
Vicious
You hit me with a flower
You do it every hour
Oh baby, you're so vicious
Vicious
Why don't you swallow razor blades
You must think I'm some kind of gay blade
Baby, you're so vicious
When I watch 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 even wanna meet
'Cause you're so vicious
Vicious, vicious
Oh baby, you're so vicious
