| Women think I’m tasty, but they’re always tryin' to waste me
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| And make me burn the candle right down
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| But baby, baby, I don’t need no jewels in my crown
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| 'Cause all you women is low down gamblers
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| Cheatin' like I don’t know how
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| But baby, baby, there’s fever in the funk house now
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| This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin'
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| You know you know the duece is still wild
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| Baby, I can’t stay, you got to roll me
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| And call me the tumblin' dice
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| Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry
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| Don’t you see the time flashin' by
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| Honey, got no money
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| I’m all sixes and sevens and nines
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| Say now, baby, I’m the rank outsider
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| You can be my partner in crime
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| But baby, I can’t stay, v You got to roll me and call me the tumblin'
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| Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice
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| Oh, my, my, my, I’m the lone crap shooter
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| Playin' the field ev’ry night
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| Baby, can’t stay
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| You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' (dice)
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| Roll me and call me the tumblin' (Got to roll me.) dice |