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Vicious, you hit me with a flower |
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You do it every hour |
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Oh, baby you're so vicious |
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Vicious, you want me to hit you with a stick |
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But all I've got is a guitar pick |
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Oh baby, you're so vicious |
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When I watch you come, baby, I just want to run far away |
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You're not the kind of person around I want to stay |
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When I see you walking down the street |
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I step on your hands and I mangle your feet |
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You're not the kind of person that I want to meet |
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Baby, oh you're so vicious, you're so vicious |
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Vicious, you hit me with a flower |
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You do it every hour |
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Oh, baby you're so vicious |
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Vicious, hey why don't you swallow razor blades |
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You must think that I'm some kind of gay blade |
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But baby, you're so vicious |
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When I see you coming I just have to run |
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You're not good and you certainly aren't very much fun |
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When I see you walking down the street |
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I step on your hand and I mangle your feet |
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You're not the kind of person that I'd even want to meet |
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'Cause you're so vicious, baby, you're so vicious |
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Vicious, vicious... |
