My Rival

歌詞

Does he love me most or love my rival? Does he love my rival more than me? When the weekend comes he's with my rival Yes, he's with my rival constantly And all through the week my competition gets the praise That style, that pep, that body line There was a time when he praised mine He's not fooling me, he's with my rival And i know right where they are He's carrying things too far My rival is a baby blue racing car I could beat a senorita or a lady of fame A gold digger with a crazy figure Beat her at her own game I'll make you a bet I'd make him forget... A hostess on a jet A sexy brunette A model from Paris A wealthy heiress A chick who's a gasser A graduate of Vassar A socialite who's out all night A famous movie star A debutante or Charlie's aunt A golfer who shoots par Can't compare the female gender With a spare or with a fender Revv it up and listen to it roar While i watch the clock and walk the floor He's not fooling me, he's with my rival And i know right where they are He's carrying things too far My rival is a baby blue racing car