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
Shakey legs, holdin' 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, the first light, hearing you calling out
For your criminal accord
Then you fled the scene upon being ripped free
Conversation insue
And I want to do so many things to you
Dsus
You insist go ahead
Dsus
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
Em Dsus
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
Em Dsus
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
To me.