Lyrics:

Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me But baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown. And make me burn the candle right down, But baby, baby, there's fever in the funk house now. 'Cause all you women is low down gamblers, Cheatin' like I don't know how, This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin', You know you know the duece is still wild. And call me the tumblin' dice. Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry, Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me Honey, got no money, Don't you see the time flashin' by. Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider, I'm all sixes and sevens and nines. But baby, I can't stay, You can be my partner in crime. You got to roll me and call me the tumblin', Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice. Playin' the field ev'ry night. Oh, my, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter, You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice, (Call me the tumblin') Baby, can't stay, Got to roll me, Got to roll me, Got to roll me (Oh yeah) Got to roll me. Got to roll me, Got to roll me ( Keep on rolling, Keep on rolling)

[[Found by LyricsFetcher
Source: Lyrdb
Date: 2011-03-03 21:09:39]]