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 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