Whipping Boy

I won't be your whipping boy
I won't be your whipping boy

Break me like a little toy, run me till my feet are sore

I was thirty, I look like fifty
I won't be your whipping boy
But I won't be your whipping boy
It's a trashy kind of me that likes to believe
No, I won't be your whipping boy

I won't be your whipping boy

But I won't be your whipping boy
From the start to the finish line
No, I won't be your whipping boy
But I won't be your whipping boy
I won't be your whipping boy

But I won't be your whipping boy
I won't be your whipping boy

I won't be your whipping boy
Ooh, but I feel like sixty three
What you done to me

I could do time if they found out
I won't be your whipping boy

Any old face that comes along

Ooh, you're wild, ooh, you're sly
Ooh, you're dirty, but you're worth it
I won't be your whipping boy
I'm still trying, yes, I'm trying
Ooh, you hurt me, ooh you flirt with
I won't be your whipping boy
Break me like a little toy, run me till my feet are sore
That I'm still trying, I'm still trying
I won't be your whipping boy
Look out, San Quentin here I come
But you're way, you're way too young
Break me like a little toy, run me till my feet are sore
It's this illegal kind of loving that keeps my motor running