Practice Makes Perfect

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So sweet I can hardly speak

Due to such trauma in my teeth

But your body language is telling me

That you're worth the pain

So weak I can hardly keep

Shaky legs holding up my feet

But your body language is telling me

That I'm not to blame

Practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect sense

I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son

And I have done a few things I regret

But practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect sense to me

Wake up at first light, hearing you calling out

For your criminal clothing that fled the scene

Upon being ripped free

Conversation ensued

And I wanna do so many things to you

Sip after sip, you insist you're a hit

Sip after sip, yeah, I swear I can feel it

Practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect sense

I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son

And I have done a few things I regret

I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son

And I have done what a mother wouldn't want

What a mother wouldn't want in a son

Practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect sense

Practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect sense

I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son

And I have done a few things I regret

I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son

And I have done what a mother wouldn't want

What a mother wouldn't want in a son

Practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect sense

Practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect sense to me