Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant
Don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress
Cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Choose the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin awaits 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
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant
Don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress
And cure his heart
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
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