Mark mcguinn mrs. steven rudy lyrics

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

You're 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

You're 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

You're 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

You're 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 your husband is to you

Mrs. Rudy

You don't know 

you don't know what you do

To me