High Ball Shooter

Well, I'm a rock 'n' roll preacher

Not a Sunday school teacher

You ain't no shady lady

But I love the way you strut your stuff, baby

You're a snow queen looking mean

Tryin' to make it on the scene

I guess you love it

'Cause I always see you hangin' around

Oh, hangin' around

You're a high ball shooter

You make it easy to see

High ball shooter

You sure ripped the low ones off me

A magnet brought you to me

Told me your name was Jo

You said you liked my music

And you really did enjoy the show, oh

Now I wanna play piano

But my fingers don't agree

They're busy on you, woman

And I feel your fingers workin' on me, oh

You're a high ball shooter

You make it easy to see

High ball shooter

You sure ripped the low ones off me, yeah

It's time to leave you, honey

I know you're feeling sad

Don't you cry now, baby

You know that only makes me mad

And I don't like feelin' bad, uh

I see you everywhere I go

Every town and place

I can't recall your name

But I know I won't forget your sweet face

I cannot forget your face

You're a high ball shooter

You make it easy to see

High ball shooter

You sure ripped the low ones off me

'Cause you're a high ball shooter

You make it easy to see, come on, baby

High ball shooter

You sure ripped the low ones off me

Sure ripped the low ones off me