Текст песни My Rival - Ann-Margret

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 señorita, 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 Zant; a golfer who shoots par!

Can't compare the female gender
With a spare or with a fender;
Rev 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!