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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] what a mother wouldn't want in a son 
And I have done a few things I regret 
I've [bad word] 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 [bad word] what a mother wouldn't want in a son 
And I have done a few things I regret 
I've [bad word] 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