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Lyrics for 'Mrs Steven Rudy' by 'Mark Mcguinn'
Play Ball.
(band Plays)
I Get Up On Sunday, 'bout 8:15.
Just To Get The 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!
(chorus) Hey Mrs. Steven Rudy,
You Don't Know What You Do To Me!
Every Night, I Dream One Day, Of Bein' With You.
Hey Mrs. Steven Rudy,
Your The Neighborhood Of Beauty!
But That Wedding Ring's As Ugly
As Your Husband Is To You.
Hey!
(band Plays)
Sometimes Mrs. Rudy Calls Cryin' Late At Night,
'cause Her And Mr. Ugly Have Had Another Fight.
We Talk A While, I Hear Her Smile,
And Then She Says 'thank You'.
I Tell Her That She's Welcome,
Like Any Friend Would Do.
I Only Wish She Knew!
(chorus)
Imagination...
Infatuation...
I'm What She Deserves..
I Wonder If She...thinks About Me...
The Way I Think About Her!
(chorus)
(chorus)
Hey!
Aww, 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.
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