Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leathernWhiplash girl-child in the darknComes in bells, your servant, don't forsake himnStrike, dear mistress, and cure his heartnnDowny sins of streetlight fanciesnChase the costumes she shall wearnErmine furs adorn the imperiousnSeverin, Severin awaits you therennI am tired, I am wearynI could sleep for a thousand yearsnA thousand dreams that would awake menDifferent colors made of tearsnnKiss the boot of shiny, shiny leathernShiny leather in the darknTongue of thongs, the belt that does await younStrike, dear mistress, and cure his heartnnSeverin, Severin, speak so slightlynSeverin, down on your bended kneenTaste the whip, in love not given lightlynTaste the whip, now plead for mennI am tired, I am wearynI could sleep for a thousand yearsnA thousand dreams that would awake menDifferent colors made of tearsnnShiny, shiny, shiny boots of leathernWhiplash girl-child in the darknSeverin, your servant, comes in bells, don't forsake himnStrike, dear mistress, and cure his heart