Lyrics Practice Makes Perfect - Cute Is What We Aim For

Practice Makes Perfect

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