Song parody of
Practice Makes Perfect
by Cute Is What We Aim For
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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
Shaky legs holding up my feet
But your body language is telling me I'm not to blame
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
I've become what mother wouldn't want in a son
I have done a few things I regret
But practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense to me
Wake up at first light hearing you calling out
For your criminal clothing that fled the scene
Upon ripping free
Conversation ensued
And I want so many things to you
Sip after sip, you insist you're a hit
Sip after sip, yeah I swear I can feel it
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
I've become what mother wouldn't want in a son
I have done a few things I regret
But practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense to me
I've become what mother wouldn't want in a son
I've become what mother wouldn't want in a son
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
I've become what mother wouldn't want in a son
I have done a few things I regret
But practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense to me
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
I've become what mother wouldn't want in a son
I have done a few things I regret
But practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense to me
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
Shaky legs holding up my feet
But your body language is telling me I'm not to blame
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
I've become what mother wouldn't want in a son
I have done a few things I regret
But practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense to me
Wake up at first light hearing you calling out
For your criminal clothing that fled the scene
Upon ripping free
Conversation ensued
And I want so many things to you
Sip after sip, you insist you're a hit
Sip after sip, yeah I swear I can feel it
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
I've become what mother wouldn't want in a son
I have done a few things I regret
But practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense to me
I've become what mother wouldn't want in a son
I've become what mother wouldn't want in a son
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
I've become what mother wouldn't want in a son
I have done a few things I regret
But practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense to me
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
I've become what mother wouldn't want in a son
I have done a few things I regret
But practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense to me