Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
 Whiplash girlchild in the dark
 [bad word] 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
 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
 thousand dreams that would awake me
 Different colors made of tears

 Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
 Whiplash girlchild in the dark
 Severin, your [bad word] in bells, please don't forsake him
 Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart