Mark McGuinn - Mrs. Steven Rudy Lyrics
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 uglyAs 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.
