Five Short Minutes
Jim Croce
Letra

Well, she was standin' by my dressing room after the show
Asked me 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 o' 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
And I said: Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, sure is a tragic tale
Because five short minutes o' lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail

Well, then the judge and the jury sat me in a room
They say that robbin' the cradle is worse than robbin' the tomb
And I said: Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-wee, sure is a tragic tale, wasn't worth it, wasn't worth it
Because five short minutes o' lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail

Well, 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
And I'll say: Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-wee, sure was a tragic tale (wasn't worth it, wasn't worth it)
Because five short minutes o' lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail
Because five short minutes o' lovin'
Done brought me twenty long years in jail