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