(Pinky Tomlin - Coy Poe - Jimmie Grier)
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.
Now 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.
--- Instrumental ---
Now 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.
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...
