Fat Kelly's Teeth

The spaces between all the towns, Is where I lay my sweetheart down. The spaces between her cruellest insults is where I stopped being faithful, The gaps between Fat Kelly's Teeth, Distract my eyes from her body, And as she pulls me to the floor, I don't feel that guilty, My trousers are below my knees, And her skirts above her waist. But in the cold sober light she's not nearly so pretty, But if I drink more gin her grace might return. My sweetheart don't know, And I sure won't tell her that fat Kelly's teeth have bitten chunks out of me, And what was I thinking of when I went home with her, She had sympathy, she had cigarettes, Now they've all disappeared, Between her teeth, between her teeth. And I always forget, how quick the rot sets, And now that the sun sets, I must go home, I don't feel regretful, I don't feel ungrateful, Even though I'm unfaithful I don't feel that bad --- Fat Kelly's Teeth - Hefner