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 . . .