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'm too polite Just like good Moses But just like good manners We've had enough of them Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah And 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 And 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 were moving a little bit slow I like books better than Movies and present tense And I can keep up with them Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah Stop playing guitar Stop playing guitar Stop playing guitar Stop playing guitar Stop playing guitar Stop playing guitar Stop playing guitar Stop playing guitar