High Ball Shooter

Well, I'm a rock and roll preacher
Not a Sunday school teacher
You ain't no shady lady
But I love the way you strut your stuff, babyYou'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' aroundYou're a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off meA magnet brought you to me
Told me your name was Jo
You said you liked my music
And you really [Incomprehensible] show, ohNow 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, uh huhYou're a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me, yeahIt'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, wohI 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 faceYou'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