Practice Makes Perfect lyrics

So sweet I can hardly speak due to such trauma in my teeth

But your body langauge 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 up 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...

Practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect sense

Practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect sense to me