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Rolling Stones

Portugal
n. 1962
Banda Musical
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Tumbling Dice

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 duece is still wild

Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumblin' dice

Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry
Don't see the time flashin' by
Honey, got no money
I'm all sixin' and sevens and nines
Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider
You can be my partner in crime

But baby, get it straight
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin'
Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice

Oh, my, my, my, I'm the lone craps shooter
Playin' the field ev'ry night

Baby, get it straight
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice, (Call me the tumblin')
Got to roll me, Got to roll me, Got to roll me (Oh yeah)
Got to roll me. Got to roll me, Got to roll me ( Keep on rolling, Keep on rolling)

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