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
Tryin´ 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 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 workin´ 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
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

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
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me

Writer : BLACKMORE, COVERDALE, HUGHES, LORD, PAICE
Copyright : Lyrics © "MAUVE MUSIC/PURPLE MUSIC, INC."