Whipping Boy
Youre cruel, you do
You do, you do me wrong
You hurt me, you flirt with
Any old face that comes along
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
Youre wild, youre sly
What you done to me
I was thirty, I look like fifty
But I feel like sixty three
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
