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Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leatherShiny leather in the darkWhiplash girlchild, you surely don't foresake himStrike, dear mistress, and cure his heartDowny sins of your streetlight fanciesYou chase the costumes that she would wearErmine furs adorned imperiouslySeverin, Severin awaits you thereI am tired, I am wearyI could sleep for a thousand yearsA thousand dreams that could awake usDifferent colors made from your tearsI kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leatherShiny leather in the darkTongue of thongs, the belt that does await youStrike, dear mistress, and cure his heartOh Severin, Severin, you speak so slightlySeverin, down on your bended kneeTaste the whip, in love not given lightlyTaste the whip, and plead for meI am tired, I am wearyI could sleep for a thousand yearsA thousand dreams that could awake usDifferent colors made from your tears Aus Songtexte Mania