High Ball Shooter

[Verse 1] Well I'm a rock and roll preacher Not a Sunday school teacher You aren't no shady lady But I love the way you strut your stuff You're a snow queen looking mean Trying to make it on the scene I guess you love it Because I always see you hanging around [Chorus] You're a high ball shooter You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me [Verse 2] 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 Now I want to play piano But my fingers don't agree They're busy on you woman And I feel your fingers working on me [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 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 [Chorus] You're a high ball shooter You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me Because you're a high ball shooter You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me