"High Ball Shooter" lyrics

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
You're a snow queen looking mean
Trying to make it on the scene
I guess you love it
'Cause I always see you hanging' 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 dug 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 working on me

You're a high-ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High-ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me

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 feeling mad
Wooh!

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
Mm, I can't 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