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((M U S I C) And if that's not loving meeeee Then ALL I gotta say MMMMmmmhmmmm God didn't make the LITTLE GREEN APPLES It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss, Disney Land, Mother Goose and no Nursery Ryme God didn't make the LITTLE GREEN APPLES And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time, huh And when my self is feeling low I look across her face a glow to ease my mind, huh (M U S I C) Aaahhh, sometimes, I call her up at home Knowing she's busy, huh And ask if she could get away Meet me and grab a bite to eat |
And she drops what she's doing And hurry's down to meet me And I'm always late But she sits waiting patiently Smiles when she first sees me Cause she's made that way And if that's not loving meeeeeeeeee Then ALL I gotta saaaayyyyy MMMMmmmhmmmm God didn't make the LITTLE GREEN APPLES It don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter come And there's no such thing as make believe Puppet dolls, autumn leaves and BB guns God didn't make the LITTLE GREEN APPLES And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time I said, and when my self is feeling low I think about her face a glow to ease my mind |
