Lyrics
And I wake up in the mornin'
Beginning of the day, waking up
With my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi"
Describing appearance with hair in eyes, greeted by someone
And I stumble to the breakfast table
Heading to breakfast while children leave for school
While the kids are goin' off to school goodbye
Parting with kids as they go to school
And she reaches out 'n' takes my hand
Spouse reaching out, expressing care
And squeezes it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?"
Spouse checking on well-being
And I look across at smilin' lips
Observing the partner's smiling lips
That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun
Partner's affection warms the heart
And if that's not lovin' me
Reflection on love
Then all I've got to say
Expressing that love is genuine
God didn't make little green apples
Godly comparison, emphasizing rarity
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
Contrasting with unusual occurrences
And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Denying fantastical elements
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
Rejecting fictional aspects, including nursery rhymes
God didn't make little green apples
Reiteration of rarity, emphasizing uniqueness
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
Repeating the contrast with Indianapolis weather
And when my self is feelin' low
Reflecting on personal emotions
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind
Thinking about a joyful moment with the spouse
Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy
Contacting the spouse while she's busy
And ask her if she could get away and meet me
Suggesting a meet-up, acknowledging her busy schedule
And maybe we could grab a bite to eat
Proposing a casual meal together
And she drops what she's doin' and she hurries down to meet me
Spouse prioritizing and making time
And I'm always late
Admitting tardiness
But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles when she first sees me
Spouse patiently waiting and smiling
'cause she's made that way
Highlighting the partner's positive nature
And if that ain't lovin' me
Reiteration of genuine love
Then all I've got to say
Reaffirming the authenticity of love
God didn't make little green apples
Godly comparison, this time with snow in Minneapolis
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
Extending the contrast to winter weather
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Rejecting make-believe elements, like puppy dogs and autumn leaves
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
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God didn't make little green apples
Final contrast with Indianapolis weather
And it don't rain in Indianapolis
Repeating the idea that it doesn't rain in Indianapolis
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