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by Megan Hauser – sometime in the 90s.

Springtime again, something’s in the air,
And I’m constantly aware of my aloneness.
Not loneliness but longing for consistent conversation,
My success rate at relationships is relatively low.

CHORUS:
But Practice makes perfect they say.
If at first they don’t succeed
Don’t leave your heart out on your sleeve.
Bandage up the wounds you’ve taken.
You won’t make the same mistake.
Try, try again they say. Try again.

the weather’s getting warmer and the birds are singing sweetly,
and I’m thinking so discretely of your smile.
Testing the waters of our winding conversation
sifting bits of information for a while.

CHORUS:
But Practice makes perfect they say.
If at first they don’t succeed
Don’t leave your heart out on your sleeve.
Bandage up the wounds you’ve taken.
You won’t make the same mistake.
Try, try again they say. Try again.

As I get older I get wiser,
not as much insinuation.
Considerate, discriminate, it always goes both ways.
Say a little, listen wisely don’t give everything you’ve got away.
Maybe honesty is not the safest route these days.

CHORUS:
But Practice makes perfect they say.
If at first they don’t succeed
Don’t leave your heart out on your sleeve.
Bandage up the wounds you’ve taken.
You won’t make the same mistake.
Try, try again they say. Try again. (x2)