The Object of My AffectionJimmie Greer The object of my affectionCan change my complexionFrom white to a rosy readAnytime he holds my hand and tells me that he's mineThere are many boys who can thrill meAnd some who can chill meBut I'll just hang aroundAnd keep acting like a clownUntil he says he's mineNow I'm not afraid that he'll leave meHe's not the kind who takes a dareBut instead I trust him implicitlyHe can go where he wants to goDo what he wants to doI don't careRepeat:The object of my affectionCan change my complexionFrom white to a rosy readAnytime he holds my hand and tells me that he's mine
