Stop Playing Guitar

So if I had a dime for every time I should've

Stopped playing guitar and put my nose in a book

Well then my head would be healthy and my guitar would be

Dusty and that just might save me from a bunch of bad songs

So maybe I am too polite just like good Moses

But just like good manners, we've had enough of them

Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah

Now we're moving a little bit slow

Yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Another round for my friends

I'll get paid back later, when evening

Turns midnight, I'll be just getting warm

I know you're hot and you're bothered, now your skin's going crazy

It's one hundred degrees and you've got a sweater on

So I'd like to come off the side of the kitchen

So when this party's ending, I'll be taking your number home

Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah

Now we're moving a little bit slow

Yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah

Now we're moving a little bit slow

(I know you're hot and you're bothered)

Yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah

(Now your skin's going crazy)

(And it's one hundred degrees and)

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

(You've got a sweater on)

Stop playing guitar

Stop playing guitar

Stop playing guitar

Stop playing guitar

Stop playing guitar

Stop playing guitar

Stop playing guitar