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Mmm, yeah! (Woo, woo) | Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me | Make me burn the candle right down
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
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