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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
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 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
And I have done a few things I regret
I've become what 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 mother wouldn't want in a son
And I have done a few things I regret
I've become what 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
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
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 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
And I have done a few things I regret
I've become what 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 mother wouldn't want in a son
And I have done a few things I regret
I've become what 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
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Practice Makes Perfect Lyrics as written by David Andrew Melillo Dave Melillo
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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^ uh. no, haha. fall out boy should not be mentioned here at all for various reasons.
hahaha true that
i like fall out boy.....just as much as cute is what we aim for.....<br /> <br /> don't talk about fall out boy in a bad way!
i'm pretty sure it was just a comparasion. no need for anyone to be hating.
The person was just noting a similarity, and the similarity really is there, and the person didn't suggest that either band was better or worse than the other or that CIWWAF copied for FOB or anything.