And 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'?"
And I look across at smilin' lips
That warm my heart and I see my morning sun

And if that's not loving me (loving me)
Then all I've got to say (got to say)

Is 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
No Disneyland and Mother Goose
There's no nursery rhyme
No, God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis
In thе summertime
And when my sеlf is feelin' low
I think about her face aglow
And ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy
And I ask her if she could get away and meet me
And maybe we could grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she's doing
And she hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
She sits waiting patiently and smiles when she first sees me
'Cause she's made that way (made that way)
And if that's not loving me (loving me)
Then all I've got to say (got to say)

Is God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis
When the winter comes
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