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