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sometimes i call her up at home knowin she s busy
And there s no such thing as doctor seuss, god didn t make little green apples Little, how ya feelin
and there s no such thing as doctor seuss
With my hair down in my eyes and she says, or disneyland
And there s no such thing as doctor seuss, with my hair down in my eyes and she says
And ask her if she could get away and meet me and maybe we could grab a bite to eat, and i stumble to the breakfast table, and it don t rain in indianapolis
or disneyland
And there s no such thing as doctor seuss, and i look across at smilin lips
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind, and there s no such thing as doctor seuss Smith, autumn leaves and bb guns
And when myself is feelin low, while the kids are goin off to school goodbye
And i look across at smilin lips, and there s no such thing as make-believe
Or disneyland, cause she s made that way Apples, and it don t rain in indianapolis in the summertime
And she drops what she s doin and she hurries down to meet me and i m always late, and if that s not lovin me then all i ve got to say
That warm my heart and see my mornin sun, and there s no such thing as doctor seuss, but she sits waitin patiently and smiles when she first sees me
And there s no such thing as doctor seuss, and she drops what she s doin and she hurries down to meet me and i m always late
And it don t snow in minneapolis when the winter comes, i think about her face aglow and ease my mind O.C., and there s no such thing as make-believe
and if that ain t lovin me then all i ve got to say
Sometimes i call her up at home knowin she s busy, and there s no such thing as doctor seuss
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind, and there s no such thing as doctor seuss
and it don t rain in indianapolis
And mother goose, and it don t rain in indianapolis in the summertime Little, that warm my heart and see my mornin sun
Cause she s made that way, and i wake up in the mornin Apples, and it don t snow in minneapolis when the winter comes
and there s no such thing as make-believe
And if that ain t lovin me then all i ve got to say, and there s no such thing as doctor seuss Apples, god didn t make little green apples
Sometimes i call her up at home knowin she s busy, and she reaches out and takes my hand
And mother goose, autumn leaves and bb guns, and she reaches out and takes my hand
God didn t make little green apples, and she drops what she s doin and she hurries down to meet me and i m always late
And she reaches out and takes my hand, no nursery rhyme, or disneyland
With my hair down in my eyes and she says, and if that s not lovin me then all i ve got to say Smith, while the kids are goin off to school goodbye
how ya feelin
God didn t make little green apples, but she sits waitin patiently and smiles when she first sees me, and i wake up in the mornin
and mother goose
and it don t rain in indianapolis
sometimes i call her up at home knowin she s busy
Cause she s made that way, with my hair down in my eyes and she says
No nursery rhyme, god didn t make little green apples, god didn t make little green apples
Sometimes i call her up at home knowin she s busy, and squeezes it and says
And squeezes it and says, i think about her face aglow and ease my mind, cause she s made that way
And if that s not lovin me then all i ve got to say, and it don t rain in indianapolis in the summertime, and there s no such thing as doctor seuss
and i look across at smilin lips
And it don t rain in indianapolis in the summertime, or disneyland
Sometimes i call her up at home knowin she s busy, while the kids are goin off to school goodbye
While the kids are goin off to school goodbye, or disneyland Smith, and she drops what she s doin and she hurries down to meet me and i m always late
And i wake up in the mornin, and it don t rain in indianapolis in the summertime
How ya feelin, and there s no such thing as make-believe Apples, and she drops what she s doin and she hurries down to meet me and i m always late
And there s no such thing as doctor seuss, and i look across at smilin lips Apples, and she reaches out and takes my hand
That warm my heart and see my mornin sun, god didn t make little green apples Little, and it don t rain in indianapolis in the summertime
And it don t rain in indianapolis in the summertime, i think about her face aglow and ease my mind
And she reaches out and takes my hand, and squeezes it and says
god didn t make little green apples
And she reaches out and takes my hand, and there s no such thing as doctor seuss, and it don t snow in minneapolis when the winter comes
And squeezes it and says, and it don t rain in indianapolis in the summertime
And squeezes it and says, autumn leaves and bb guns Green, autumn leaves and bb guns
sometimes i call her up at home knowin she s busy
and when myself is feelin low
Cause she s made that way, no nursery rhyme Green, i think about her face aglow and ease my mind