Practice Makes Perfect - Cute Is What We Aim For

So sweet I can hardly speak

You do such trauma in my teeth

But your body language is telling that you’re worth a pen'

So weak I can hardly keep

Shake your 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

Like practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect sense

To me Wake up, the first light, you and you calling out

For your criminal court

Then you fled the scene upon being ripped free

Conversation in sued

And I want to do so many things to you

Sit back, just sit

You insist you’re ahead

Sit back, just sit

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 son

Practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect sense

Practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect sense

To me