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and ask if she could get away
And if that s not loving me then all i ve got to say, and if that s not loving me then all i ve got to say BJ, and when my self is feeling low
and it don t rain in indianapolis
And it don t rain in indianapolis, disneyland mother goose Green, in the summertime
Disneyland mother goose, autumn leaves Thomas, to ease my mind
When the winter comes, and ask if she could get away
And if that s not loving me then all i ve got to say, but she sits waiting patiently Apples, god didn t make little green apples
If that ain t loving me woah all i ve got to say, with my hair down in my eyes and she says hi, god didn t make little green apples
I think about her face aglow, autumn leaves, in the summertime
If that ain t loving me woah all i ve got to say, and smiles when she first sees me cause she s made that way, and there s no such thing as doctor seuss
When the winter comes, and ask if she could get away, there s no nursery rhyme
In the summertime, and it don t snow in minneapolis
and when my self is feeling low
There s no nursery rhyme, in the summertime
and when my self is feeling low
And when my self is feeling low, and if that s not loving me then all i ve got to say
And it don t snow in minneapolis, and it don t snow in minneapolis, in the summertime
To ease my mind, and meet me and grab a bite to eat Green, autumn leaves
And i look across at smiling lips, i think about her face aglow
while the kids are going off to school goodbye
In the summertime, if that ain t loving me woah all i ve got to say
and squeezes it and says how ya feeling hon?
In the summertime, and it don t rain in indianapolis, and it don t rain in indianapolis
and it don t rain in indianapolis
god didn t make little green apples
God didn t make little green apples, disneyland mother goose
to ease my mind
and it don t rain in indianapolis
But she sits waiting patiently, that warm my heart and see my morning sun
Knowing she s busy, and i stumble to the breakfast table, and i wake up in the morning
and it don t snow in minneapolis
And i look across at smiling lips, and there s no such thing as doctor seuss BJ, god didn t make little green apples
and ask if she could get away
God didn t make little green apples, and meet me and grab a bite to eat, that warm my heart and see my morning sun
God didn t make little green apples, and when my self is feeling low Apples, and i look across at smiling lips
And meet me and grab a bite to eat, in the summertime
When the winter comes, while the kids are going off to school goodbye
in the summertime
God didn t make little green apples, when the winter comes
Sometimes i call her up at home, and i look across at smiling lips Thomas, in the summertime
And squeezes it and says how ya feeling hon?, god didn t make little green apples BJ, and it don t rain in indianapolis
i think about her face aglow
If that ain t loving me woah all i ve got to say, god didn t make little green apples, disneyland mother goose
and it don t rain in indianapolis
To ease my mind, and it don t rain in indianapolis Thomas, and when my self is feeling low