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Little Green Apples - Dionne Warwick
Well, I wake up in the mornin'
With my hair down in my eyes and he says, "Hi"

And he stumble to the breakfast table
While the kids are goin' off to school, goodbye

And he reaches out and
takes my hand and squeezes it
And says, "How you feelin', hon?"

And I look across at smilin' 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. Seuss
Disneyland and Mother Goose is
no nursery rhyme

God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis
in the summertime

And when myself is feelin' low
I think about his face aglow to ease my mind

Sometimes I call him up at work

Knowin' he's busy

And ask him if he could get away and meet me
For a bite to eat

And though he drops everything he's doing
And hurries down to meet me and I'm always late

But he there waitin' patiently and
smiles when he first sees me
'Cause he's made that way

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 snow in Minneapolis
when the winter comes

There's no such think as make believe
The puppy dogs and autumn leaves and the BB guns

God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss
Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime