Mrs Steven Rudy

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I get up on Sundays a-bout eight 
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fif-teen
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Just to get the paper that I 
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never read
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Cause I know she'll be there 
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barely in her robe
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Sittin' on her front porch 
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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 
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know what you do to me
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Every night I dream one day of 
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being with you
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Hey Mrs. Steven Rudy you're the 
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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 
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late at night
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Cause he and Mr. Ugly have had 
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another fight
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We talk awhile I hear her smile 
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then she says thank
you
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I tell her that she's welcome 
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like any friend would do
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I only wish that she knew

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I-mag-i-na-tion, 
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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