Lyrics: Jim Croce. The 50th Anniversary Collection. Five Short Minutes.

Well, she was standing by my 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 wee, 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 wee, 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
I said, ooh wee, 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

Because five short minutes of lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail