Practice Makes Perfect

Cute Is What We Aim For - 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 a pen

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, first light hearing you calling out

For your criminal court, then you fled the scene upon being let free

Conversation ensue

And I wanna do so many things to you

Sit back to sit, you insist you're ahead

Sit back to sit, yeah that's where 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