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.