文本歌词

Five Short Minutes - Jim Croce
Written by：Croce James
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 loving
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 loving
Done brought me twenty long years in jail
Well then a judge and a jury sat me in a room
They say that robbing the cradle is worse than robbing 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 loving
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 loving
Done brought me twenty long years in jail
Because five short minutes of loving
Done brought me twenty long years in jail