Venus In Furs

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather

Shiny leather in the dark

Whiplash girlchild, you surely don't foresake him

Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Downy sins of your streetlight fancies

You chase the costumes that she would wear

Ermine furs adorned imperiously

Severin, Severin awaits you there

I am tired, I am weary

I could sleep for a thousand years

A thousand dreams that could awake us

Different colors made from your tears

I 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

Oh Severin, Severin, you speak so slightly

Severin, down on your bended knee

Taste the whip, in love not given lightly

Taste the whip, and plead for me

I am tired, I am weary

I could sleep for a thousand years

A thousand dreams that could awake us

Different colors made from your tears