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