| You’re cruel, you do
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| You do, you do me wrong
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| You hurt me, you flirt with
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| Any old face that comes along
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| But I won’t be your whipping boy
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| No I won’t be your whipping boy
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| Break me like a little toy
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| Run me till my feet are sore
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| But I won’t be your whipping boy
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| You’re wild, you’re sly
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| What you done to me
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| I was thirty, I look like fifty
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| But I feel like sixty three
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| It’s this illegal kind of loving
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| That keeps my motor running
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| From the start to the finish line
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| It’s a trashy kind of me that likes to believe
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| That I’m still trying, I’m still trying
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| I’m still trying, yes I’m trying
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| You’re dirty, but you’re worth it
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| But you’re way, you’re way too young
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| I could do time if they found out
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| Look out, San Quentin here I come
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| I won’t be your whipping boy |