Practice Makes Perfect - Cute Is What We Aim For

Cute Is What We Aim For - Practice Makes Perfect lyrics
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 pen
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 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...
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense to me