Robbie Williams, Kelly Clarkson - Little Green Apples lyrics
[Robbie Williams, Kelly Clarkson - Little Green Apples lyrics]
Well, I wake up in the morning
With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi
And I hurry to the breakfast table
While the kids are going 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 smiling
Lips that warms my heart
And I see my morning sun
And if that's not loving 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 suess
Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in
Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is feeling low
I think about your face aglow
And ease my mind
Sometimes I call him up knowing he's busy
And ask if he could get away and meet me
And maybe grab a bite to eat
And he drops what he's doing and
Hurry's down to meet me and I'm always late
But he sit's waiting patiently and smiles
When he first sees me
Because he's made that way
And if that's not loving me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis
When the winter comes
There's no such thing as make believe
Puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in
Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feeling low
I think about your face aglow
And ease my mind
With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi
And I hurry to the breakfast table
While the kids are going 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 smiling
Lips that warms my heart
And I see my morning sun
And if that's not loving 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 suess
Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in
Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is feeling low
I think about your face aglow
And ease my mind
Sometimes I call him up knowing he's busy
And ask if he could get away and meet me
And maybe grab a bite to eat
And he drops what he's doing and
Hurry's down to meet me and I'm always late
But he sit's waiting patiently and smiles
When he first sees me
Because he's made that way
And if that's not loving me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis
When the winter comes
There's no such thing as make believe
Puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in
Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feeling low
I think about your face aglow
And ease my mind