Hefner

Fat Kelly S Teeth

Hefner


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.