@ARTIST: Hefner
@SONG:   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.