Lyrics:
I used to be the apple of your eye
I had you with me every day,
But now whenever you are passing by
You're always looking the other way
It's
Indianapolis in the summertime
No such thing as Doctor Seuss
Disneyland or Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
God didn't make a little green apples
And it
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
By then we won't remember what it was like
Before you and I fell in love
We were ever not together in this life
Hard to imagine, the way it was
the summertime
And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't
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
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
Indianapolis in the summertime
No such thing as Doctor Seuss
Disneyland or Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
God didn't make a little green apples
And it
and face
What you did, before
Did it once
You can do it once more
Yeah
[Chorus: ]
Coming back for one more bite of the apple
Tastes as sweet
It's
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
the countries that are making millions
Sweet as homemade apple pie
Save the crumbs for all the starving millions
Closest thing to heaven
Closest thing to heaven
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
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
the same
In my memories of us
In my memories of us
Things are still the same
For yesterdays are something
Tomorrows can not change
Where freckles just
enlightened
But some things can go too far
Though sometimes I stammer and mix up my grammar
You get what my meanings are
These apples are delicious
"As
Say, you're the sweetest little thing
That I've met for a very long time
But are you satisfied with this life you are livin'?
Please make up your
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
a lull
And things are dull
I sharpen knives for all the wives
In the neighborhood
And I'm very good
I darn a sock
I'll mend a clock
An apple cart
done done in by a slippery snake,
A man and a woman get to live a while and then they die
It's been that way since the git go,
It's been that way since
Times are hard when things have got no meaning
I've found a key upon the floor
Maybe you and I will not believe in
The things we find behind the door
The Bad Seeds often sang 'Come on home, Sydney Cindy' -Maurice
Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree
Every time you'd pass me by you'd take a bite of me
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
Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree
Every time you'd pass me by you would take a bite of me
I wish I was a bluebird, I'd never fly away
I'd
Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree
Every time you'd pass me by you would take a bite of me
I wish I was a bluebird, I'd never fly away
I'd
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