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