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 streak.
And summoned 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 maybe I had miles to drive, And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow, The 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 me.
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 Boogie Street.
I guess they won’t exchange the gifts That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you, The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat . . .