Mint

The taste of mint, you were a field of it

Why I couldn't say no to the taste of it

God knows I want to

God knows I need to

God doesn't know you like I do

You're the taste of mint under a midnight flint

And why I couldn't just go and try to sleep on it

God knows I want to

God knows I need to

God doesn't know you like I do

And I do, sha la la la la la

I do, sha la la la la la

And it's like pure heaven-sent

Nothing good could have replaced

Lord knows I tried to be true

God knows I want to

God doesn't know you like I do

And I do, sha la la la la la

I do, sha la la la la la

I do, sha la la la la la

Sha la la la la la

Sha la la la la la

Sha la la la la

Sha la la la la