Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to
waste me
And make me burn the candle right down,
But baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown.

'Cause all you women is low down gamblers,
Cheatin' like I don't know how,
But baby, baby, there's fever in the funk house now.
This low down b____in' got my poor feet a itchin',
You know you know the duece is still wild.

Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumblin' dice.

Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry,
Don't you see the time flashin' by.
Honey, got no money,
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines.
Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider,
You can be my partner in crime.

But baby, I can't stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin',
Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice.

Oh, my, my, my, I'm the lone c___ shooter,
Playin' the field ev'ry night.

Baby, can't stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice,
(Call me the tumblin')
Got to roll me, Got to roll me, Got to roll me (Oh
yeah)
Got to roll me. Got to roll me, Got to roll me ( Keep
on rolling, Keep on rolling)

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