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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
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