text: 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
  I wont be your whipping boy