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....