The Object of My Affection

The object of my affection Can change my complexion From white to a rosy red Anytime he holds my hand And tells me that he's mine There are many boys who can thrill me And some who can chill me But I'll just hand around And keep acting like a clown Until he says he's mine Now I'm not afraid that he'll leave me 'Cause he's not the kind to take a dare But instead I trust him implicitly He can go where he wants to go Do what he wants to do, I sure don't care The object of my affection Can change my complexion From white to a rosy red Anytime he holds my hand And tells me that he's mine Now I'm not afraid that he'll leave me 'Cause he's not the kind to be unfair But instead I trust him implicitly He can go where he wants to go Do what he wants to do, I sure don't care The object of my affection Can change my complexion From white to a rosy red Anytime he holds my hand And tells me that he's mine, oh mine The object of my affection Can change my complexion From white to a rosy red Anytime he holds my hand And tells me that he's mine There are many boys who can thrill me And some who can fill me With dreams of happiness But I know I'll never rest Until he says he's mine Now I'm not afraid that he'll leave me 'Cause he's not the kind to take a dare But instead I trust him implicitly He can go where he wants to go Do what he wants to do, I sure don't care The object of my affection Can change my complexion From white to a rosy red Anytime he holds my hand And tells me that he's mine If after all I've said My face is turning red Don't start teasing, I've got a reason The object of my affection