Well I'm a rock and roll preacher<br /> Not a Sunday school teacher<br /> You ain't no shady lady<br /> But I love the way you strut your stuff<br /> You're a snow queen looking mean<br /> Tryin' to make it on the scene<br /> I guess you love it<br /> 'Cause I always see you hanging' around<br /> <br /> You're a high ball shooter<br /> You make it easy to see<br /> High ball shooter<br /> You sure ripped the low ones off me<br /> <br /> A magnet brought you to me<br /> Told me your name was Jo<br /> You said you liked my music<br /> And you really did enjoy the show<br /> Now I wanna play piano<br /> But my fingers don't agree<br /> They're busy on you woman<br /> And I feel your fingers workin' on me<br /> <br /> You're a high ball shooter<br /> You make it easy to see<br /> High ball shooter<br /> You sure ripped the low ones off me<br /> <br /> It's time to leave you honey<br /> I know you're feeling sad<br /> Don't you cry now baby<br /> You know that only makes me mad<br /> I see you everywhere I go<br /> Every town and place<br /> I can't recall your name<br /> But I know I won't forget your sweet face<br /> <br /> You're a high ball shooter<br /> You make it easy to see<br /> High ball shooter<br /> You sure ripped the low ones off me<br /> 'Cause you're a high ball shooter<br /> You make it easy to see<br /> High ball shooter<br /> You sure ripped the low ones off me