Shining, shining, shiny boots of leather Whiplash girl trapped in the dark Comes in bells, your servant don't forsake him Strike down the struts and cure his heart Down he sends of streetlight fancies Chase the costumes she shall wear Her mind first adorned the imperious Severn, Severn, I'll wait 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 boots of shiny, shiny leather Shiny leather in the dark Tongue of thongs, the bell that does await you Strike down the struts and cure his heart Severn, Severn, speak so slightly Severn 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 Comes and bows, your servant don't forsake him Strike down the struts and cure his heart Thank you for watching!