Songtext von Five Short Minutes

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