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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Jon Lord, Ian Anderson Paice, Ritchie Blackmore, David Coverdale, Glenn Willi Hughes
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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