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