Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather

Whiplash girl child in the dark

Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him

Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Downy sins of streetlight fancies

Chase the costumes she shall wear

Ermine furs adorn the imperious

Severin, Severin awaits you there



I am tired, I am weary

I could sleep for a thousand years

A thousand dreams that would awake me

Different colours made of 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, speak so slightly

Severin, down on your bended knee

Taste the whip, in love not given lightly

Taste the whip, now plead for me



I am tired, I am weary

I could sleep for a thousand years

A thousand dreams that would awake me

Different colours made of tears

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather

Whiplash girl child in the dark



Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him

Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart