[Verse 1] Meet me at St. Nicholas Among the oaks, behind the church That sway like pig-tailed girls as summer wind whistles Around your bare-skin knees and the forsythia leaves In the shade, lay with me Tickled by the feather reed That's where the trees grow old under the ivy's hold As you in my two arms, equally safe from harm And in a hazy day...Learn More

One, two, three, four, five, six [Verse 1] It's bad enough you ever use the word as an adjective But to suggest we do it in heels is really quite crass And frankly, we're reasonably practical We know the benefits of always doing these things in flats And I spent the last seven years perched on the edge of my bed Scratching, "I am incredibly...Learn More