Women think I'm tasty But they're always trying to waste me And make ma burn the candle right down But baby, baby I 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 bitchin' got my poor feet a itching Don't 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 still sixies and sevens and nines Say now baby, I'm the rank outsider You can be my partner in crime
But baby, 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 every night
But baby, I can't stay You got to roll me and call me the tumbling dice (Call me the tumbling) Got to roll me (Keep it rolling) Got to roll me My baby, call me the tumbling dice, yeah Got to roll me Baby sweet as sugar (Got to roll me) Yeah, my, my, my, yeah (Got to roll me) I went down baby, oh Got to roll me (Hit me) Baby I'm downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
