Little Green Apples Robbie Williams (Ft. Kelly Clarkson)

Well, I wake up in the morning
With my hair down in my eyes
And she says hi
And I hurry 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 feelin', Hon?"
And I look across at smiling lips that warms my heart
And I 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 summertime
There's no such thing as Dr. Suess
Or Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhymes

God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is feeling low
I think about your face aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I call him up, knowing he's busy
And ask if he can get away, meet me
And maybe grab a bite to eat
And he drops what he's doing and hurry's down to meet me
And I'm always late
But he sits waiting patiently and smiles when he first sees me
Because he's made that way