The object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to a rosy red
Any time 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
Cause 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 sure don't care
Oh, the object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to a rosy red
Any time he holds my hand
And tells me that he's mine
The object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to a rosy red
Any time he holds my hand, whoa-oh
And tells me that he's mine, all mine
Yeah, 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 he's gonna leave me
Cause 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 sure won't care
Oh, the object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to a rosy red
Any time he holds my hand, oh-oh
And tells me that he's mine, all mine
("That's mighty fine, Bozzies... fine, in fact, for one more chorus."
"OK, Jimmy.")
The object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to a rosy red
Any time he holds my hand
And tells me that he's mine
There're 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 he's gonna 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 sure won't care
Oh, the object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to a rosy red
Any time he holds my hand
And tells me that he's mine
Oh, if after all I've said
My face starts turning red
Ahh, don't start teasin', I got a reason
The object of my affection