Rascal Flatts - Mrs. Steven Rudy Lyrics

Rascal Flatts
Miscellaneous
Mrs. Steven Rudy
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 her robe
Sittin' on her front porch
Paintin' on her toes
Her husband's always on the road

Chorus:
And Mrs. Steven Rudy
You don't know what you do to me
Every night I dream one day of being with you
And Mrs. Steven Rudy
Your the neighbourhood of beauty
but your wedding ring's as ugly
as your husband is to you

Sometimes Mrs. Rudy calls crying late at night
Cause her and Mr. Ugly had another fight
We talk a while, I hear her smile
And when she says thank-you
I tell her that she's welcome, like any friend would do

Chorus

Imagination, Infatuation,
I'm what she deserves
I wonder if she, thinks about me,
The way I think about her

Chorus X2

Mrs. Rudy
That wedding ring's as ugly to me
As your husband is to you