In St.Petersburg,in the night
Where the light shines down on the snow
On the banisters,what a mess
I can't guess,i,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 banisters,it's allright
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
3 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...