Venus In Furs - Live

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