Ooh-ooh, yeah (ooh-yeah)
Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryna waste me
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, got no favor
A fever in the funk house now
This low down bitching got my poor feet itching
Don't you know the deuce is still wild?
But, baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumbling dice
Always in a hurry, never stop to worry
Don't see the time passing by
But honey, got no money
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines
Well, see now baby, I'm the rank outsider
You could be my partner in crime
But baby, I can't stay
You got to roll on me and call me the tumbling
Roll on me and call me the tumbling dice
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I said, "Oh, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter"
"Playing the field every night"
But baby, I can't stay
You got to roll on me and call me the tumbling
Roll on me and call me the tumbling dice
Call me the tumbling (you got to roll me) dice
You got to roll me
Ooh, baby (you got to roll me)
Baby, baby, (you got to roll me)
Whoa-ooh, baby (you got to roll me)
Whoa, baby (you got to roll me)
Baby, baby (you got to roll me)
Get on, baby (you got to roll me)
(Keep on rolling) you got to roll me
(Keep on rolling) you got to roll me
(Keep on rolling) you got to roll me
(Keep on rolling) you got to roll me
(Keep on rolling) you got to roll me
(Keep on rolling) you got to roll me
(Keep on rolling) you got to roll me
(Keep on rolling) you got to roll me
(Keep on rolling) you got to roll me