Il testo della 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, baby

You'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' 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 (incomprehensible) show, oh

Now 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 huh

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

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 feelin' bad, woh

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
I cannot 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