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