The Object of My Affection

The object of my affection can change my complexion

from white to rosy red

Anytime she holds my hand, tells me that she's mine

There are many girls who can thrill me

And some who can fill me with dreams of happiness

But I know I'll never rest until she says she's mine.



I'm not afraid she'll leave me

'Cause she's not the kind who'll be unfair

But instead I trust her implicitly.

She can go where she wants

And go do what she wants, I don't care.



The object of my affection can change my complexion

From white to rosy red

Anytime she holds my hand and tells me that she's mine

There are many girls who can thrill me

And some who can fill me with dreams of happiness

But I know I'll never rest until she says she's mine.



I'm not afraid she'll leave me

'Cause she's not the kind who'll be unfair

But instead I trust her implicitly

She can go where she wants

And go do what she wants, I don't care.



The object of my affection can change my complexion

From white to rosy red

Anytime she holds my hand and tells me that she's mine...