(m. jagger/k. richards)
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 bitchin´ 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 crap 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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