Correction Paroles Little Green Apples par Christopher Martin

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Uh, huh
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, woah
Ooh, woah
Well

Oh, 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
She reaches out and takes my hand
Kisses it and says
"How ya doing, hun?"
And I look across her smiling lips
That warms my heart, and see my morning sun
And if that's not loving me (Loving me)
Then all I've got to say (Got to say)

Oh, God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
(Summer, summer, summertime, woah)
There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss
Disneyland and Mother Goose and no nursery rhyme
Oh, Jah didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
(Summer, summer, summertime, woah)
And when my self is feeling low
I think about her face glow and ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home
Knowing she's busy (Busy, busy, busy)
And ask her if she could get away
And meet me, maybe we could grab a bite to eat, yes
She drops what she's doin'
And hurries down to meet me
And I'm always late
She sits waiting patiently
Smiles when she first sees me 'cause she's made that way
Well, if that's not loving me (Loving me)
Then all I've got to say (Got to say), woah

Oh, God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis in the wintertime
Well, woah
There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss
Disneyland, and Mother Goose and no nursery rhyme
Oh, Jah didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the, in the summertime
Well, Lord, God
And when my life is feeling low
I think about her face glow and ease my mind
Oh, yes, well

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