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
To be unfair
But instead
I trust her implicitly
She can go where
She wants to go
Do what she wants to do
I won'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
I'm not afraid
She'll leave me
Cause she's not the kind
To be unfair
But instead
I trust her implicitly
She can go where
She wants to go
Do what she wants to do
I won'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