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