Lyrics:

Tumbling Dice
Rolling Stones/Linda Ronstadt
(Jagger-Richards, 1972)
Album: Rewind

Women think Im tasty
But theyre always tryin to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down
But baby, baby
I dont need no jewels in my crown

Cause all you women is low down gamblers
Cheatin like I dont know how
But baby, baby
Theres fever in the funk house now

This low down bitchin
Got my poor feet a itchin
Dont you know the deuce is still wind

Baby, I cant stay
You got to roll me
And call me the tumbling dice

Always in a hurry
I never stop to worry
Dont you see the time flashing by
Honey go no money
Im all sizes and sevens and nines

Say now, baby
Im the rank outsider
You can be my partner in crime
But baby, I cant stay
You got to roll me
And call me the tumbling dice
Roll me and call me the tumbling dice

Oh my, my, my
Im the lone crap shooter
Playing the field every night
Baby, cant stay
You got to roll me
And call me the tumbling dice
Roll me and call me the tumbling dice