Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the [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