Frank Sinatra

Little Green Apples

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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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