Ooh yer cruel, ooh yer do
Ooh yer, yer do me wrong
Ooh yer hurt me, ooh yer 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
Ooh you’re wild, ooh 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 lovin’
That keeps my motor runnin’
From the start to the finish line
It's a trashy kind of me that likes to believe
That I'm still tryin’, I'm still tryin’
I'm still tryin’, yes I'm tryin’
Ooh you're dirty, but you're worth it
Ooh but you're way, you're way too young
I could do time if they found out
Look out, San Quentin here I come