In St. Petersburg in the night
Where the light shines down on the snow
On the bannisters, what a mess
I can't guess at what I don't know
She cuts like a knife
She cuts like a wife
She cuts like someone I once knew
She cuts like a stream
Flows into my dream
You cut me and I bleed for you
And in Williamsburg by the lake
Where the stake went deep in your heart
On the bannisters, it's alright
It's so tight that it drives you apart
She hangs from a hook
She hangs like a crook
Had gone and hung her up there
She spins 'round and 'round
Three feet off the ground
But why she does, I don't care
She cuts like a knife
She cuts like a wife
She cuts like someone I once knew
She cuts like a stream
Flows into your dream
You cut me and I bleed for....
