Vicious Lyrics - Lloyd Cole

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 just 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