Hora Velvet e afins...

"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 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..." (Lou Reed)