Lyric Whipping Boy

You re cruel, you do
You do, you do me wrong
You hurt me, you flirt with
Any old face that comes along

But I won t be your whipping boy
No I won t be your whipping boy
Break me like a little toy
Run me till my feet are sore
But I won t be your whipping boy

You re wild, you re sly
What you done to me
I was thirty, I look like fifty
But I feel like sixty three

It s this illegal kind of loving
That keeps my motor running
From the start to the finish line
It s a trashy kind of me that likes to believe
That I m still trying, I m still trying
I m still trying, yes I m trying

You re dirty, but you re worth it
But you re way, you re way too young
I could do time if they found out
Look out, San Quentin here I come