Practice Makes Perfect

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 daughter

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

___cute is what we aim for___practice makes perfect