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