Little Green Apples Frank Sinatra

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. Seuss, Disneyland, and Mother Goose’s no nursery rhyme
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.(chorus)