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 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 little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss,
or 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 her face aglow and ease my mind.
Sometimes I call her up at home, knowing she's busy and ask her if she could get away and meet me
And maybe we could grab 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 'cause she's made that way.
And if that ain't loving me, then all I've got to say:
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe,
puppy dogs, autumn leaves and BB guns.