July 2011
78 posts
June 2011
39 posts
Gilda: You do hate me, don’t you, Johnny?
Johnny Farrell: I don’t think you have any idea of how much.
Gilda: Hate is a very exciting emotion. Haven’t you noticed? Very exciting. I hate you too, Johnny. I hate you so much I think I’m going to die from it. Darling…
[they kiss passionately]
Gilda: I think I’m going to die from it.
Vicious
Lou Reed
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
