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点击复制And I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes
And she says hi
Then I stumble to the breakfast table while the kids
Are going off to school, oodbye.
Then she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it
And says how you feeling hon
And I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart
And 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 summer time
And there's no such thing as Dr. Seuss or Disney Land
And Mother Goose, there's no nursery rhymes.
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time
And when myself is feeling low, I think about her face and go
And ease my mind.
Sometimes I call her up, at home, oh, I know she's busy.
And ask her if she can get away, meet me for a a bite to eat.
And she drops what she's doing and she hurries down to meet me
And I'm always late
But she sits waiting patiently, and smiles when she first sees me
Because she's made that way.
And if that ain't loving me, then all I've got to say:
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis in winter time
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no bb guns.
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis in the summer time
And there's no such thing as Dr. Seuss or Disney Land
And Mother Goose, there's no nursery rhymes.
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis in the summer time...
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