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Frank Sinatra( Francis Albert Sinatra )
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Little Green Apples
Lyricist:Bobby Russell
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. Zeus, Disneyland And Mother Goose no nursery rhyme
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 B.B. 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 sits, 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
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