Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild 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 colors 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 colors made of tears

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

By Lou Reed
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather   Whiplash girlchild 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 colors 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 colors made of tears      Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather   Whiplash girlchild in the dark   Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him   Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart      By Lou Reed