Song | Whipping Boy |
Artist | Elton John |
Album | Too Low For Zero |
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Lyrics:Bernie Taupin Music: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 |
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: 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 |
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: 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 |