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 I'm not to blame

[Chorus]
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
I've become what mother wouldn't want in a son
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 ripping free
Conversation ensued
And I want so many things to you
Sip after sip, you insist you're a hit
Sip after sip, yeah I swear I can feel it

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus: x2]
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Practice Makes Perfect Lyrics