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 ?c 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 . . .