The [bad word]  the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then is done c
Your little winning streak.

And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if its real,
thousand kisses deep.

Im turning tricks, Im getting fixed,
Im 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,
thousand kisses deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
thousand kisses deep.

Confined to , 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,
thousand kisses deep.

Im turning tricks, Im getting fixed,
Im back on boogie street.
I guess they wont exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.

And quiet is the thought of you,
The file on [bad word] 
Except what we forgot to do,
thousand kisses deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
thousand kisses deep.

The [bad word]  the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat . . .