Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather Shiny leather in the dark Whiplash girlchild, your servant, don't forsake him Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Downy sins of your streetlight fancies You chase the costumes that she will wear Ermine furs adorn imperiously Severin, Severin awaits you there
I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake us Different colors made from your tears
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather Shiny leather in the dark Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Severin, Severin, you speak so slightly Severin, Severin, down on bended knee Taste the whip, in love not given lightly Taste the whip, and bleed on me
I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake us Different colors made from your tears