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