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 wanna 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 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
