Текст песни Elton John - Whipping Boy
Elton John - Whipping Boy слова песни
You`re cruel, you doYou do, you do me wrongYou hurt me, you flirt withAny old face that comes alongBut I won`t be your whipping boyNo I won`t be your whipping boyBreak me like a little toyRun me till my feet are soreBut I won`t be your whipping boyYou`re wild, you`re slyWhat you done to meI was thirty, I look like fiftyBut I feel like sixty threeIt`s this illegal kind of lovingThat keeps my motor runningFrom the start to the finish lineIt`s a trashy kind of me that likes to believeThat I`m still trying, I`m still tryingI`m still trying, yes I`m tryingYou`re dirty, but you`re worth itBut you`re way, you`re way too youngI could do time if they found outLook out, San Quentin here I come