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 painSo weak I can hardly keep
Shaky legs holding up my feet
But your body language is telling me
That Im not to blamePractice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect senseI'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 meWake up at first light, hearing you calling out
For your criminal clothing that fled the scene
Upon being ripped freeConversation 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 itPractice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect senseI'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 sonPractice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect senseI'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 sonPractice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense to me