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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
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
severin, severin, speak so slightly
severin, down on your bended knee
taste the whip, in love not given lightly
taste the whip, now plead for me
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