Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Whiplash girlchild, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Downy sins of your streetlight fancies
You chase the costumes that she will wear
Ermine furs adorn imperiously
Severin, Severin awaits you there

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that could awake us
Different colors made from your 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, you speak so slightly
Severin, Severin, down on bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip and bleed on me

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake us
Different colors made from your tears