(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
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Women think I'm tasty, 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, 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, there's fever in the funk house now.
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This low down bitchin' 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 and call me the tumblin' (dice),
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Roll me and call me the tumblin' (Got to roll me.) dice.
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Got to roll me. Got to roll me.
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Tumbling Dice
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| The Rolling Stones |
