Mint - Kathleen Edwards

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, aah

God knows I need to, aah

God doesn’t know you like I do

You’re the taste of mint, under a midnight flirt

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

God knows I want to, aah

God knows I need to, aah

God doesn’t know you like I do

And I do, sha la la la la la la la

I do, sha la la la la la la la la

And it’s like, pure heaven sent

Nothing could, could have replaced

Lord knows I tried, to be true

God knows I want to, aah

God doesn’t know you like I do

And I do, sha la la la la la la la

I do, sha la la la la la la la la

Sha la la la la la la la la…