歌詞

Ooh-ooh, yeah (ooh-yeah) Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryna waste me Make me burn the candle right down But, baby, baby 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, got no favor A fever in the funk house now This low down bitching got my poor feet itching Don't you know the deuce is still wild? But, baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me And call me the tumbling dice Always in a hurry, never stop to worry Don't see the time passing by But honey, got no money I'm all sixes and sevens and nines Well, see now baby, I'm the rank outsider You could be my partner in crime But baby, I can't stay You got to roll on me and call me the tumbling Roll on me and call me the tumbling dice I said, "Oh, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter" "Playing the field every night" But baby, I can't stay You got to roll on me and call me the tumbling Roll on me and call me the tumbling dice Call me the tumbling (you got to roll me) dice You got to roll me Ooh, baby (you got to roll me) Baby, baby, (you got to roll me) Whoa-ooh, baby (you got to roll me) Whoa, baby (you got to roll me) Baby, baby (you got to roll me) Get on, baby (you got to roll me) (Keep on rolling) you got to roll me (Keep on rolling) you got to roll me (Keep on rolling) you got to roll me (Keep on rolling) you got to roll me (Keep on rolling) you got to roll me (Keep on rolling) you got to roll me (Keep on rolling) you got to roll me (Keep on rolling) you got to roll me (Keep on rolling) you got to roll me
Writer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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