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High Ball Shooter
(Blackmore/Coverdale/Hughes/Lord/Paice)
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, oh.
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
Sure ripped the low ones off me.
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