I get up on Sunday, bout 8:15.
Just to get the paper that I never read.
Cuz I know, she ll be there early in a row.
Sittin on the front porch, paintin on her toes.
Her husband s always on the road.
And Mrs. Steven Rudy, you dont know what you do to me.
Every night, i dream one day of being with you.
And Mrs. Steven Rudy on a neighborhood of beauty,
that wedding ring s as ugly as your husband is to you.
Hey!
Sometimes Mrs. Rudy calls cryin late at night,
Cuz her and Mr. Ugly had another fight.
We talk a while. 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.
And Mrs. Steven Rudy, you dont know what you do to me.
Every night, I dream one day of being with you.
And Mrs. Steven Rudy on a neighborhood of beauty,
that wedding ring s as ugly as your husband is to you.
Imagination, Infactuation, I m what she deserves.
I wonder if she, thinks about me, the way I think about her.
And Mrs. Steven Rudy, you dont know what you do to me.
Every night, I dream one day of being with you.
And Mrs. Steven Rudy on a neighborhood of beauty,
that wedding ring s as ugly as your husband is to you.
And Mrs. Steven Rudy, you dont know what you do to me.
Every night, I dream one day of being with you.
And Mrs. Steven Rudy on a neighborhood of beauty,
that wedding ring s as ugly as your husband is to you.
Hey!
Uhhhh Mrs. Rudy. That wedding ring s as ugly to me..
as your husband is to you.
Mrs. Rudy! You dont know, ya dont know
What ya do to me.

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