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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 pain
So weak I can hardly keep

Shakey 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
But practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect sense

To me.
Wake up, the first light, hearing you calling out

For your criminal accord

Then you fled the scene upon being ripped free

Conversation insue

And I want to do so many things to you

Sit back, just sit

You insist go 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.



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Songwriters: HACIKYAN, SHAANT TIMOTHY / CZUM, JEFFREY MARTIN / FALCONE, TOM / CIMATO, FERNANDO / MELILLO, DAVE