Knocking on an open door 

it doesn't feel like coming home 

i look around and watch my steps 

one glimpse of you - and i go back 



my peppermint, my sweetest thing 

you cannot lose cause i can't win 

it must be hard to tell a lie 

when i ask “what is on your mind” 



from the outside you are sweet 

but you hold my hand to fight 

sentimental times 



careful when you look for more 

adjust the vision of your scope 

it's kind of sad to see 

you’re all i need but i am incomplete 



my peppermint, my sweetest thing 

you’ll never lose cause i can’t win 

you took my heart and that is fine 

do it over if you forgot why 



from the outside you are sweet 

but you hold my hand to fight 

sentimental times