Lyrics:
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl, honey
'Cause of you, I forgot the smart ways to lie
Because of you, I'm running out
YOU TURNED THE TABLES ON ME
Benny Goodman
I used to be the apple of your eye
I had yo with me every day,
But now whenever you are passing by
one way
By striking a good match
And this could be the day
Men want girls with good taste
Calm
Obedient
Who work fast-paced
With good breeding
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
If I was in love it probably be you
Lil Miss Applewhite
That Apple right
Apple ripe
Apple tight (Chuckle)
So good to my body and soul
That's good for
The stars are dead and what you see are shining lies
Body smoke tie the night in a misty web of blue
Simple things are all we have left to trust
An apple
So we broke up and I never saw her again
But that's just the way things go
In Albuquerque
Albuquerque
Anyway, things really started lookin' up
or more
[Chorus]
If I get there before the snow flies, and if things are looking good
You could meet me if I sent you down the fare
But by then it
The little things you do that please me so
The way you always understand
When simple joys bring peace of mind
These are the ties that bind
You're all I
You are to me as sweet as apple pie
You're next to me, we'll reach the highest high
Oh, can't you see it could be ecstasy
You and I, you and I,
bound for moving on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.
If I get there before the snowflies, and if things are going good
You could meet me
were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I
Would like to say to you, but I don't know how
I said
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
I don't know what to do
Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
Apples to oranges
Apples to oranges
You cant compare me
You dont know my origin
Apples to oranges
Apples to oranges
Yeah
Get yo fuckin feet up
Whats
made that way.
And if that ain't loving me, then all I've got to say,
God didn't make the little green apples,
And it don't snow in Minneapolis
and Kildare?
How are things in Glocca Mora?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that lassie with the twinkling eye come smiling by
And does she
feels nice, don't think twice, yes
Shower the people you love with love
Show them the way that you feel
Things are gonna work out fine if you only
today
Are we looking for a better way of life? (Sing)
We are a part of the rhythm nation (woo)
People of the world unite
Strength in numbers, we can
the way
And each lad that comes a-whistling tooralay
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?
So I ask each weeping willow
And each brook along
You look so wonderful in your dress
I love your hair like that
The way it falls on the side of your neck
Down your shoulders and back
We are
made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when
Vital stats - how white was their skin
Unimportant - just another inner-city drive-by thing
Morning - fine - serve your first coffee of the day
Real
By the way that I affect the things you do
By the way did I tell you I can't leave you, by the way
I'll be waiting for you on judgment day
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