And I wake up in the morning, with my hair down in my eyes, And she says hi, and I stumble to the breakfast table, While the kids are going off to school goodbye.
And she reaches out and takes my hand, Squeezes it, says, how you feelin´ hon? And I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart and see my morning sun. And if that´s not lovin´ me, then all I´ve got to say. God didn´t make little green apples And it don´t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime. There´s no such thing as Dr. Zeuss, Disneyland, and Mother Goose no nurs´ry rhyme. God didn´t make little green apples And it don´t rain in Indianapolis when the winter comes. There´s no such thing as make-believe, puppy dogs, and autumn leaves and B.B. guns. Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she´s busy
And ask if she could get away and meet me, and grab a bite to eat. And she drops what she´s doin´ and hurries down to meet me, and I´m always late. But she sits, waiting patiently and smiles when she first sees me Cause she´s made that way and if that´s not lovin´ me Then all I´ve got to say.
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