Frank Sinatra - Little Green Apples lyrics

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 seuss, Disneyland
And Mother Goose’s no nursery 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 BB 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 sit's
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