Karen Elson - Vicious текст песни

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.
Oh, 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,
Baby, oh, you're so vicious, you're so vicious.

Vicious, 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, baby, 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...
Oh, baby, you're so vicious,
Vicious, vicious...