Women think I'm tasty
But they're always trying to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down
But baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown
Because all you women is low down gamblers
Cheating like I don't know how
But baby, baby, there's fever in the funk house now
This low-down bitching got my poor feet itching
Don't you know, you know the deuce is still wild
Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumbling dice
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry
Don't you see the time flashing 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 tumbling
Roll me and call me the tumbling dice
Oh, my, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter
Playing the field every night
But baby, I can't stay
You got to roll me and call me the tumbling dice
(Call me the tumbling)
Got to roll me (yeah, yes)
Got to roll me, got to roll me (oh yeah)
Got to roll me
Got to roll me (yeah)
Got to roll me (keep on rolling)
Got to roll me (keep on rolling)
Got to roll me (keep on rolling)
Got to roll me
My baby, call me the tumbling dice, yeah
Got to roll me
Baby sweet as sugar (got to roll me)
Yeah, my, my, my yeah (got to roll me)
I went down baby, oh
Got to roll me (hit me)
Baby I'm down
compositores: Keith Richards, Mick Jagger
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