[Verse]
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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
[Chorus]
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Hey Mrs. Steven Ruby you don't know what you do to me
D E D A
Every night I dream one day of being with you
A D E D
Hey Mrs. Steven Rudy you're the neighborhood's beauty
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A
But that wedding ring's as ugly as your husband is to
you
A A E D A A E D
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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
Go to chorus
A A A E A A A A E A D A
I-mag-i-na-tion, in-fat-u-a-tion I'm what she deserves
A A A E A A A A E A D A
E
I won-der if she thinks a-bout me the way I think
about her