Mrs. Steven Rudy

I get up on Sunday, about eight-fifteen Just to get the paper that I never read 'Cause I know she'll be there barely in her robe Sittin' on her front porch paintin' on her toes Her husband's always on the road Hey, Mrs. Steven Rudy You don't know what you do to me Every night I dream one day of being with you Hey, Mrs. Steven Rudy Your the neighborhood beauty And that wedding ring is as ugly As your husband is to you Sometimes Mrs. Rudy calls cryin' late at night 'Cause her and Mr.Ugly have had another fight We talk a while and 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 Hey, Mrs. Steven Rudy You don't know what you do to me Every night I dream one day of being with you Hey, Mrs. Steven Rudy Your the neighborhood beauty And that wedding ring is as ugly As your husband is to you Imagination, infatuation I'm what she deserves I wonder if she thinks about me The way I think about her Hey, Mrs. Steven Rudy You don't know what you do to me Every night I dream one day of being with you Hey, Mrs. Steven Rudy Your the neighborhood beauty And that wedding ring is as ugly As your husband is to you Hey, Mrs. Steven Rudy You don't know what you do to me Every night I dream one day of being with you Hey, Mrs. Steven Rudy Your the neighborhood beauty And that wedding ring is as ugly As your husband is to you Hey, oh Mrs. Rudy That wedding ring is as ugly to me As you husband is to you Mrs. Rudy, you don't know You don't know what you do to me