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