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Elvis Presley - My Rival lyrics

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