The Object of My Affection

Jimmie Greer



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