Little Green Apples

Whoa, I wake up in the mornings
 With my hair down in my eyes, and she says, "Hi"
 And I stumble to the breakfast table
 While the kids are goin' off to school, goodbye
 And she reaches out and takes my hand
 And squeezes it and says
 "How you feelin', hon'?"
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 And I look across at smilin' lips
 That warm my heart and I see my morning sun
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 And if that's not lovin' me (lovin' me)
 Then all I've gotta say (gotta say)
 Is God didn't make little green apples
 And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
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 There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss
 No Disneyland, Mother Goose, there's no nursery rhyme
 No, God didn't make little green apples
 And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
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 And when my self is feelin' low
 I think about her face aglow and ease my mind
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 Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy (she's busy)
 I ask her if she could get away and meet me
 And grab a bite to eat (a bite to eat)
 Whoa, and she drops what she's doin'
 And hurries down to meet me, and I'm always late
 She sits waitin' patiently, smiles when she first sees me
 She's made that way (made that way)
 And if that's not lovin' me (lovin' me)
 Then all I've gotta say (gotta say)
 Is God didn't make little green apples
 And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
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 There's no such thing as make-believe
 No puppy dogs and no autumn leaves and no BB guns (no, no)
 No, God didn't make little green apples
 And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
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 And when my self is feelin' low
 I think about her face aglow and ease my mind
 God didn't make little green apples
 And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime