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 hang around And keep acting like a clown Until he says he's mine Now I'm not afraid that he'll leave me He's not the kind who takes 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 Oh, 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 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, all mine There are many boys who can thrill me And some who can chill me But I'll just hang around And keep acting like a clown Until he says he's mine Now I'm not afraid he gonna leave me 'Cause he's not the kind who takes 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, all 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 chill me But I'll just hang around And keep acting like a clown 'Til he says he's mine Now I'm not afraid he's gonna leave me He's not the kind who takes 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 [Incomprehensible] My face starts turning red Don't start teasing, I got a reason The object of my affection