Teksty: Dean Martin. The Object Of My Affection.

The object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to rosy red, anytime she holds my hand
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 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

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