And here's one of the great love songs
and I hope you like my version
And I wake up in the morning,
put my hair down in my eyes,
And I stumble to the breakfast table
while the kids are going off to school,
squeezes it and says, how you feeling,
And I'll look across at smiling lips
Now if that ain't lovin' me,
God did make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis
And Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
And it don't snow in Minneapolis
And when my self is feeling low,
I think about her face aglow,
Well, sometimes I call her up at home,
she like to come and meet me,
Oh, she drops what she's doing
And hurries down to meet me
But she keeps waitin' patiently
And smiles when she first sees me
Now, if that ain't lovin' me
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis
Bob Hope never told a joke
Jackie never knew a Greek
Joe Namath never threw a pass
Pope Paul never said the mass,
Sinatra never sang a tune,
And Armstrong and the astronauts
then all I've got to say,
She's just lived that big way.