The Object Of My Affection

The object of my affection
 Can change my complexion
 From white to rosy red
 Anytime he holds my hand
 And tells me that he's mine
 There are many of men who can thrill me
 And some who can fill me
 With dreams of happinness
 But I'll never rest until
 He tells me that he's mine
 Now he's not the kind that'll leave me
 Cause he's not the type to be unfair
 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 rosy red
 Anytime he holds my hand
 And tells me that he's mine
 He's not the kind that'll leave me
 Not the kind to be unfair
 But instead I trust him implicitly
 He can go, do
 I don't care
 The object of my affection
 Can change my complexion
 From white to rosy red
 Anytime he holds my hand
 And tells me that he's mine, oh mine
 He's so pure
 He's so sweet
 God-- (?)
 See, I'd stay in line
 But the object of my affection is mine
 Oh, mine