[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
Wake up at first light hearing you calling out
For your criminal clothing that fled the scene
Upon being ripped free
Conversation ensued
And I want to do so many things to you
Sip after sip, you insist you're a hit
Sip after sip, yeah, I swear I can feel it
[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense

[Chorus]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense