My Rival

From Kensington to Regent's Park
 She captures every mind and heart
 When she walks in, I fight the urge to leave
 At parties and in banquet halls
 I stand alone against the wall
 And try my very best to look at ease
 She gets compliments and praise that really should be mine
 And all because I'm seventeen and she is thirty-five
 My rival, my rival, my rival
 My rival, my rival, my rival
 Loves you
 The young men come, the young men go
 Pulled down by the undertow
 She tells them sordid jokes that make me blush
 Her repertoire of dirty songs
 Her dresses she wears short, not long
 With necklines that I really would adjust
 She introduces me to men who long have passed their prime
 And sixty takes to seventeen like nineteen to thirty-five
 My rival, my rival, my rival
 My rival, my rival, my rival
 Loves you
 It's after twelve, so I must go
 My curfew was an hour ago
 And no one here will notice I have gone
 It hurts my feet, it hurts my pride
 To always have to step aside
 And she will stay and dance until the dawn
 But there's a single ray of hope sneaking through the blinds
 'Cause she'll be almost sixty by the time I'm thiry-five
 My rival, my rival, my rival
 My rival, my rival, my rival
 Loves you