the object of my affection

The Object Of My Affection -The Boswell Sisters
The object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to a rosy read
Anytime he holds my hand and tells me that hes mine
There are many boys who can thrill me
And some who can chill me
But Ill just hang around
And keep acting like a clown
Until he says hes mine
Now Im not afraid that hell leave me
Hes 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 dont care
The object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to a rosy read
Anytime he holds my hand and tells me hes that 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 hes mine all mine
There are many boys who can thrill me
And some who can chill me
But Ill just hang around
And keep acting like a clown
Until he says hes mine
Now Im not afraid he gonna leave me
Cause hes 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 dont 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 hes 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 hes mine
There are many boyswho can thrill me
And some who can chill me
But Ill just hang around
And keep acting like a clown
Til he says hes mine
Now Im not afraid hes gonna leave me
Hes 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 dont 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 hes mine
My face starts turning red
Dont start teasing I got a reason
The object of my affection