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Women think I'm lazy, always tryin' to waste me |
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And make me burn the candle right down |
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But baby, baby, well 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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But baby, I said baby, there's fever in the funk house now |
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This low down wishin' got my poor feet a-itchin' |
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Don't you know you know the deuce is still wild |
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And baby, I can't stay |
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You got to roll me 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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Well honey, I 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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An' you can be my partner in crime |
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Oh but baby, I just can't stay |
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You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' |
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Roll me call me the tumblin' dice |
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Oh my my, I'm the lone crap shooter |
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Playin' the field every night |
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But baby, I can't stay |
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You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' |
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Roll me and call me the tumblin' |
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(You've got to roll me) |
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(Keep on rolling) |
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You've got to roll me |
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(You've got to roll me) |
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(Keep on rolling) |
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You've got to roll me |
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(You've got to roll me) |
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(Keep on rolling) |
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You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice |
