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People think I'm tasty,but they're always trying to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down,
But baby,baby,Don't need no jewels in my crown.
'Cause 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 a itching,
You know you know the duece 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 ev'ry night.
Baby,can't stay,
You got to roll me
And call me the tumbling dice,（Call me the tumbling）
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）...
Got to roll me...
