Venus In Furs

The Velvet Underground

"Venus in Furs"

>from the album Live MCMXCIII

Main Rift:

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Chorus Part 1, repeat 3 times:

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Chorus Part 2:

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Venus in Furs

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

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

Kiss the whip 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

Severin, taste the whip, now plead for me

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

Transcribed by Mason Brown mpbrown1@edisto.cofc.edu