The object of my affection can change my complexion
From white to a rosy red
Anytime he holds my hand and tells me that he's mine
There are many boys who 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
The object of my affection can change my complexion
From white to a rosy red
Anytime he holds my hand and tells me that he's min