The Rolling Stones - Tumbling Dice

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 down