Mark McGuinn - Mrs Steven Rudy lyrics

I get up on Sunday, 'bout 8:15
just to get thae paper, that I never read.
'Cause I know she'll be there, barely in a robe.

Sittin' on her front porch, paintin' on her toes.
Her husband's always on the road...

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And Mrs. Steven Rudy, you don't know what you do to me,
every night I dream one day of being with you.
And Mrs. Steven Rudy of the neighborhood of beauty,
That wedding ring's as ugly, as your husband is to you.

Sometimes Mrs. Rudy calls crying late at night,
'cause her and Mr. Ugly have had another fight.
We talk awhile, I hear her smile, when she says thank you.
I tell her that she's welcome , like any friend would do.
I only wish she knew...

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Imagination, Infatuation, I'm what she deserves.
I wonder if she thinks about me the way I think about her.

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Hey! Oh, Mrs. Rudy!
That wedding ring's as ugly to me, as your husband is to you.
mrs. Rudy, You don't know,
you don't know what you do to me...