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Tytuł: High ball shooter

  • Wykonawca: Whitesnake
  • Wy¶wietleń: 229
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
   You're a snow queen looking mean
   Tryin' to make it on the scene
   I guess you love it
   'Cause I always see you hanging' 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 did enjoy the show
   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
  
   You're a high ball shooter
   You make it easy to see
   High ball shooter
   You sure ripped the low ones off me
  
   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
  
   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
   High ball shooter
   You sure ripped the low ones off me