High Ball Shooter

[Verse 1: David Coverdale, Glenn Hughes]
Well I'm a rock and roll preacher
Not a Sunday school teacher
You aren't no shady lady
But I love the way you strut your stuff

You're a snow queen looking mean
Trying to make it on the scene
I guess you love it
'Cause I always see you hanging around

[Chorus: David Coverdale and Glenn Hughes]
You're a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me

[Verse 2: Glenn Hughes, David Coverdale]
A magnet brought you to me
Told me your name was Jo
You said you liked my music
And you really dug the show, oh

Now I wanna play piano
But my fingers don't agree
They're busy on you woman
And I feel your fingers working on me, oh

[Chorus: David Coverdale and Glenn Hughes]
You're a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me

[Organ Solo]

[Verse 3: David Coverdale, Glenn Hughes]
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 feeling mad, wooh!

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
Mmm, I can't forget your face

[Chorus: David Coverdale and Glenn Hughes]
You're a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me

[Outro: David Coverdale and Glenn Hughes]
'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