St Petersburg

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...