(Blackmore/Coverdale/Hughes/Lord/Paice)
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Well I'm a rock and roll preacher
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Not a Sunday school teacher
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You ain't no shady lady
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But I love the way you strut your stuff
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You're a snow queen looking mean
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Tryin' to make it on the scene
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I guess you love it
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'Cause I always see you hanging' around
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You're a high ball shooter
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You make it easy to see
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High ball shooter
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You sure ripped the low ones off me
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A magnet brought you to me
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Told me your name was Jo
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You said you liked my music
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And you really did enjoy the show
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Now I wanna play piano
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But my fingers don't agree
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They're busy on you woman
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And I feel your fingers workin' on me
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You're a high ball shooter
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You make it easy to see
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High ball shooter
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You sure ripped the low ones off me
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It's time to leave you honey
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I know you're feeling sad
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Don't you cry now baby
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You know that only makes me mad
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I see you everywhere I go
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Every town and place
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I can't recall your name
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But I know I won't forget your sweet face
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You're a high ball shooter
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You make it easy to see
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High ball shooter
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You sure ripped the low ones off me
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'Cause you're a high ball shooter
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You make it easy to see
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High ball shooter
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You sure ripped the low ones off me
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High Ball Shooter
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| Deep Purple |
