text: Well Im a rock and roll preacher
  Not a Sunday school teacher
  You arent no shady lady
  But I love the way you strut your stuff
  Youre a snow queen looking mean
  Trying to make it on the scene
  I guess you love it
  Because I always see you hanging around
  Youre 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 want to play piano
  But my fingers dont agree
  Theyre busy on you woman
  And I feel your fingers working on me
  Its time to leave you honey
  I know youre feeling sad
  Dont you cry now baby
  You know that only makes me mad
  I see you everywhere I go
  Every town and place
  I cant recall your name
  But I know I wont forget your sweet face
  Youre a high ball shooter
  You make it easy to see
  High ball shooter
  You sure ripped the low ones off me
  Because youre a high ball shooter
  You make it easy to see
  High ball shooter
  You sure ripped the low ones off me