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...