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.
and 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