Mrs. Steven Rudy Lyrics - Singles - Mark Mcguinn

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