Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leatherWhiplash girlchild in the darkComes in bells, your servant, don't forsake himStr
ike dear mistress, and cure his heartDowny sins of streetlight fanciesChase the costumes she shall wearErmine furs adorn th
e imperiousSeverin, severin awaits you thereI am tired, I am wearyI could sleep for a thousand yearsA thousand dreams that
would awake meDifferent colors made of tearsKiss the boot of shiny, shiny leatherShiny leather in the darkTongue of thong
s, the belt that does await youStrike dear mistress, and cure his heartSeverin, severin, speak so slightlySeverin, down on
your bended kneeTaste the whip, in love not given lightlyTaste the whip, now bleed for meI am tired, I am wearyI could sle
ep for a thousand yearsA thousand dreams that would awake meDifferent colors made of tearsShiny, shiny, shiny boots of leat
herWhiplash girlchild in the darkSeverin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake himStrike dear mistress, and cur
e his heart