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Standard (EADGBE)

i get up on sundays a-bout eight fif-teen

just to get the paper that i never read

cause i know she'll be there barely in her robe

sittin' on her front porch painting on her toes

 her husband always on the road

Chorus

 hey mrs. steven ruby you don't know what you do to me

every night i dream one day of being with you

 hey mrs. steven rudy you're the neighborhood's beauty

but that wedding ring's as ugly as your husband is to

you

sometimes mrs. rudy calls crying late at night

cause he and mr. ugly have had another fight

we talk awhile i hear her smile then she says thank

you

i tell her that she's welcome like any friend would do

 i only wish that she knew

go to chorus

i-mag-i-na-tion, in-fat-u-a-tion i'm what she deserves

 i won-der if she thinks a-bout me the way i think

about her

go to chorus, chorus, ending

ending:

vamp on a a d e for this whole ending

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