Shiny shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl child in the dark
Comes in bells
Your servant, don't forsake him
Strike him mistress, and cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlights fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs, adorn imperious
Sovereign, sovereign 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
Sovereign, sovereign, speak so slightly
Sovereign, 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
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl child in the dark
Sovereign, your servant comes in bells
Please don't forsake him
Strike dear, mistress and cure his heart