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