Jim Croce - Five Short Minutes lyrics
[Jim Croce - Five Short Minutes lyrics]
Dressing room after the show
Asking for my autograph and asked
If she could go back to my motel room
But the rest is just a tragic tale
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail
Well, like a fool in a hurry
I took her to my room
She casted me in plaster while
I sang her a tune then I said, 'Ooh
Ooee! Sure was a tragic tale
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail'
Well, then a judge and a jury
Sat me in a room
They say that robbin' the cradle is
Worse than robbin' the tomb
Then I said "Ooh
Ooee! Sure was a tragic tale'
(Wasn't worth it, wasn't worth it)
'Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail'
And when I get out of
This prison gonna be forty-five
I'll know I used to like to do
It but I won't remember why
(Wasn't worth it, wasn't worth it)
I'll say, 'Ooh
Ooee! Sure was a tragic tale
Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail'
'Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail'