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