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Robbie Williams

Little Green Apples

 

Little Green Apples

(album: Swings Both Ways - 2013)


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 feeling, 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 the 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, no nursery rhymes
God didn't make the 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 hurries down to meet me
And I'm always late
But he sits 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 the little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
There's no such thing as make believe
Puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no B.B. guns
God didn't make the 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

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