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.