I was at the library, on the Internet
Chattin' with a little online gal I met
Not old enough to drive, but she could ride a bike
Hey, that's what I like ...
She told all about the things she liked to do for fun
I asked her if an older fella turned her on
She emailed me a picture, she was young and sweet
I told her, "We gotta meet " (Yeah, that would be a treat) ...
I said that I would pick her up at her library
And drive us to a motel where I'd get a key
I showed up with a case of beer, a rose, and other stuff
And I was led away in cuffs ...
Got busted, 'cause I lusted, oh how was I to know
She said she was 15, but she was really Five-O
How do I tell my ma and pa, the preacher and my boss
The state line ain't the only one I crossed
My lawyer tells the judge and jury that I was entrapped
But now my name's a load of crap ...
I'm hitless, she's a witness, Lolita laid me low
She said she was 15, but she was really Five-O
You can look my name up at the library
In the online sex offender registry
I think I learned a lesson since I took that fall
Now I cruise the mall ...
Done time, but I'm still slime, won't go online no mo'
She said she was 15, but she was really Five-O
Five-O
Oh, no!
(Lyrics and music: Smith)