[Verse 1] Youre cruel, you do You do, you do me wrong You hurt me, you flirt with Any old face that comes along [Chorus] But I wont be your whipping boy No I wont be your whipping boy Break me like a little toy Run me till my feet are sore But I wont be your whipping boy [Verse 2] Youre wild, youre sly What you done to me I was thirty, I look like fifty But I feel like sixty three [Chorus] [Verse 3] Its this illegal kind of loving That keeps my motor running From the start to the finish line Its a trashy kind of me that likes to believe That Im still trying, Im still trying Im still trying, yes Im trying Youre dirty, but youre worth it But youre way, youre way too young I could do time if they found out Look out, San Quentin here I come [Chorus] [Outro] I wont be your whipping boy
whipping, trying, boy, quentin, trashy