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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