Tumbling Dice - The Rolling Stones

Mmm, yeah

Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me

And make me 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

Cheatin' like I don't know how

But baby, I go crazy, there's fever in the funk house now

This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a-itchin'

You know you know the deuce 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 see the time flashin' by

Honey, got no money

I'm all sixes and sevens and nines

Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider

You can be my partner in crime

Baby, I can't stay

You got to roll me and call me the tumbling

Roll me and call me the tumbling dice

Baby, oh my

Oh, my, my, my, I'm the lone craps shooter

Playing the field every night

Baby, get it straight

You got to roll me and call me the tumbling dice

Got to roll me (Call me the tumbling dice)

Got to roll me

Got to roll me

Got to roll me (Oh, oh yeah)

Got to roll me (Oh, oh)

Got to roll me (Oh yeah)

Got to roll me (Oh, keep on rolling)

Got to roll me (Oh, keep on rolling)

Got to roll me (Oh yeah, keep on rolling)

Got to roll me (Call me the tumbling dice)

Got to roll me (Yeah)

Got to roll me (Roll me, baby)

Got to roll me (Ah yeah)

Got to roll me (Oh my, my, my, my)

Got to roll me

Got to roll me (Keep on tumbling down, baby, oh)

Got to roll me

Got to roll me

Got to roll me