The Object of My Affection

The object of my affection

Can change my complexion

From white to rosy red

Oh, anytime she holds my hand

And tells me that she's mine

There’re many girls who can thrill me

And some who can chill me

But I’ll just hang around

Oh, and keep acting like a clown

Until she says she's mine

Now I’m not afraid that she'll leave me

No because she's not the kind who takes a dare

But instead I trust her implicitly

She can go where she wants to go

Do what she wants to do

I sure won't care cos

The object of my affection

Can change my complexion

From white to rosy red

Oh, anytime she holds my hand

And tells me that she's mine, oh mine

Now I’m not afraid that she'll leave me

No because she's not that kind who takes a dare

But instead I trust her implicitly

She can go where she wants to go

Do what she wants to do

I sure won't care cos

The object of my affection

Can change my complexion

From white to rosy red

Oh, anytime that baby holds my hand

And tells me that she's mine