Verse 1:
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
Because I always see you hanging around

Chorus:
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:
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 don’t agree
They’re busy on you woman
And I feel your fingers working on me

Chorus:
You’re a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me

Verse 3:
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

Chorus:
You’re a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me
Because you’re a high ball shooter
You make it easy to see
High ball shooter
You sure ripped the low ones off me