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