Tumbling Dice

Mmm, yeah! (Woo, woo)

Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me
Make me burn the candle right down
But baby, baby, don't need jewels in my crown
'Cause all of you women is low down gamblers
Cheatin' like I don't know how
Baby, got no flavor, fever in the funk house now
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin'
Don't you know you know the deuce is still wild

Baby, I can't say
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

Baby, I can't say
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, I can't stay
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice (Roll me and call me the tumblin')

Got to roll me (ya yes), got to roll me, got to roll me (Oh yeah)
Got to roll me
Got to roll me (Oh 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 (Call me the tumblin' dice, yeah)
Got to roll me
Got to roll me (Baby, sweet as sugar)
Got to roll me (Yeah, my, my, my yeah)
Got to roll me (Now, now, now, now)
Got to roll me
Got to roll me (I went down baby, oh)
Got to roll me



Credits
Writer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richards
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