Practice Makes Perfect

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 pain

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

Wwhat 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

Wwouldn't want in a

Practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect sense

Practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect

Sense to me