[Verse 1]
In the quiet of the evening, beneath the silver sky,
I hear a tender calling that I never can deny.
From the warmth of the oven to the moonlight on the floor,
There’s a golden kind of magic that I’m longing to explore.

[Pre-Chorus]
And I have wandered through the silence, through the shadows, through the years,
But one sweet truth is rising now, crystal-clear above my fears.

[Chorus]
I must confess that I love my peanut butter cookie,
Oh so much without a doubt, it’s the sweetest thing I know.
With its buttery devotion and its sugar-kissed glory,
It steals my heart each time I let that tender craving grow.
Yes, I must confess that I love my peanut butter cookie,
In the thunder of my soul, in the stillness and the light.
Through every bite, forevermore, I’ll be calling it my story,
My golden hymn of comfort in the velvet of the night.

[Verse 2]
When the world is cold and restless, and the day begins to fade,
You are there with perfect sweetness, in a softly cradled plate.
Every crumb a little promise, every morsel heaven-sent,
Like a memory made of honey, like a love that won’t relent.

[Pre-Chorus]
And I tremble at the wonder of your humble, sacred grace,
For no crown could ever outshine the joy you leave in place.

[Chorus]
I must confess that I love my peanut butter cookie,
Oh so much without a doubt, it’s the sweetest thing I know.
With its buttery devotion and its sugar-kissed glory,
It steals my heart each time I let that tender craving grow.
Yes, I must confess that I love my peanut butter cookie,
In the thunder of my soul, in the stillness and the light.
Through every bite, forevermore, I’ll be calling it my story,
My golden hymn of comfort in the velvet of the night.

[Bridge]
Raise the violins, let the choirs begin,
For this simple sacred sweetness is the echo deep within.
Through the fire and the sorrow, through the storm and through the rain,
You remain my steadfast refuge, my delightful, sweet refrain.

[Guitar Solo]

[Final Chorus]
I must confess that I love my peanut butter cookie,
Oh so much without a doubt, and I’ll sing it to the skies.
With its tender, nut-brown splendor and its heart of soft perfection,
It’s the shining star of comfort in my hungry, hopeful eyes.
Yes, I must confess that I love my peanut butter cookie,
And I’ll cherish every golden, glorious, glorious bite.
For in a world of fleeting moments, you are joy beyond all measure,
My forever little anthem in the symphony of night.

[Outro]
Oh, peanut butter cookie, you are my sweet release,
In your warm and gentle wonder, I have found my soul’s sweet peace.