Album: Rotation (2008)

Practice Makes Perfect

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
Shakey 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

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 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

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.