The object of my affection Can change my complexion From white to a rosy read 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 don't care
Repeat: The object of my affection Can change my complexion From white to a rosy read Anytime he holds my hand and tells me that he's mine.