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, come on baby

High ball shooter

You sure ripped the low ones off me

Sure ripped the low ones off me