Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
whiplash girlchild in the dark
comes 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, imperious
Severin… Severin awaits you there.
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
a 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 me
strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart.