The run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat. You win a while, and then it’s done – Your little winning streak. And summoned now to deal With your invincible defeat, You live your life as if it’s real, A Thousand Kisses
I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed, I’m back on Boogie Street. You lose your grip, and then you slip Into Masterpiece. And maybe I had miles to drive, And promises to keep: You ditch it all to stay alive, A Thousand Kisses
And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Confined sex, we pressed against The limits of the sea: I saw were no oceans left For scavengers like me. I made it to the forward deck. I blessed our remnant – And then consented to be wrecked, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed, I’m back on Boogie Street. I guess they won’t exchange the gifts That you were meant to keep. And quiet is the thought you, The file on you complete, Except what we forgot to do, Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat . . .