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Women think I'm tasty, |
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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, |
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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, |
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there's fever in the funk house now. |
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This low down bitchin' |
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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, |
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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 |
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and call me the tumblin' (dice), |
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Roll me and call me the tumblin' |
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(Got to roll me.) dice. |
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Got to roll me. Got to roll me. |
