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 mineThere 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 mineNow 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 careThe 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 mineNow 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 careThe 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 mineThe 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 mineThere 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 mineNow 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 careThe 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 mineIf after all I've said
My face is turning red
Don't start teasing, I've got a reason
The object of my affection