| Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
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| Whiplash girlchild in the dark
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| Clubs and bells, your servant, don t forsake him
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| Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
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| Downy sins of streetlight fancies
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| Chase the costumes she shall wear
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| Ermine furs adorn the imperious
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| Severin, severin awaits you there
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| I am tired, I am weary
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| I could sleep for a thousand years
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| A thousand dreams that would awake me
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| Different colors made of tears
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| Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
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| Shiny leather in the dark
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| Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
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| Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
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| Severin, severin, speak so slightly
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| Severin, down on your bended knee
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| Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
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| Taste the whip, now plead for me
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| I am tired, I am weary
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| I could sleep for a thousand years
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| A thousand dreams that would awake me
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| Different colors made of tears
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| Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
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| Whiplash girlchild in the dark
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| Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don t forsake him
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| Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart |