Whipping Boy — текст песни (Elton John)

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