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