Venus In Furs

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather Whiplash girl child 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 Oh, I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years Thousand dreams that would awake me Different colors made of tears Taste the whip of shiny, shiny leather Ooh, shiny leather in the dark Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you Strike, dear mistress, cure his heart Severin', severin' or speak so slightly Severin' down on your bended knee Taste the whip, in love not given lightly Severin' taste the whip Severin' taste the whip, now plead for me Oh, I'm tired, and I'm weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would, that would awake me Different colors made of tears Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather Shiny leather in the dark Comes in bells, your servant don't forsake him Strike mistress and cure his heart