| 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' |