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I get up on Sundays a-bout eight fif-teen 
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Just to get the paper that I never read 
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Cause I know she'll be there barely in her robe 
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Sittin' on her front porch painting on her toes 
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Her husband always on the road 


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Hey Mrs. Steven Ruby you don't know what you do to me 
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Every night I dream one day of being with you 
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Hey Mrs. Steven Rudy you're the neighborhood's beauty  
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But that wedding ring's as ugly as your husband is to you 
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Sometimes Mrs. Rudy calls crying late at night 
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Cause he and Mr. Ugly have had another fight 
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We talk awhile I hear her smile then she says thank you 
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I tell her that she's welcome like any friend would do 
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I only wish that she knew 
 
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I-mag-i-na-tion, in-fat-u-a-tion I'm what she deserves 
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I won-der if she   thinks a-bout me the way I think about her 
 
Go to chorus, chorus, ending 
 
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Awwww Mrs. Rudy that wedding ring is ugly to me 
As your husband is to you 
Mrs. Rudy Don't know don't know what you do to me