Pequeñas Manzanas Verdes (Little Green Apples)

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 have gone off to school

Goodbye

And she reaches out and takes my hand

And squeezes it and says

How you feeling hon

And I look across at smiling lips

That warm my heart and see my morning sun

And if that's not loving me

Then what I've got to say

God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis

In the summertime

And there's no such thing as doctor sweet

Or Disneyland and Mother Goose

No nursery rhyme

God didn't make little green apples

And it don't rain in Indianapolis

In the summertime

And when I say I fell in love

I think about her face

And oooh easy my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home

Knowing she's busy

And ask her if she'd get away

And meet me maybe

We could grab a bite to eat

And she drops what she's doing

And hurries down to meet me

And I'm always late

But she's waiting patiently

And smiles when she first sees me

Because she's made that way

And if that ain't loving me

Then what I've got to say

God didn't make little green apples

And it don't snow in Minneapolis

When the winter comes

And there's no such thing as make believe

Or ducks with autumn leaves

And baby dolls

God didn't make little green apples

And it don't snow in Minneapolis

When the winter comes

And there's no such thing as make believe

Or ducks with autumn leaves

And baby dolls