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