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 the 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 you

Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart



Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather in the dark




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