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