The Object Of My Affection (with Jimmie Grier) - 78 rpm Version

The object of my affection
 Can change my complexion
 From white to a rosy red
 Any time 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
 Cause 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 sure don't care
 Oh, the object of my affection
 Can change my complexion
 From white to a rosy red
 Any time he holds my hand
 And tells me that he's mine
 The object of my affection
 Can change my complexion
 From white to a rosy red
 Any time he holds my hand, whoa-oh
 And tells me that he's mine, all mine
 Yeah, 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 he's gonna leave me
 Cause 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 sure won't care
 Oh, the object of my affection
 Can change my complexion
 From white to a rosy red
 Any time he holds my hand, oh-oh
 And tells me that he's mine, all mine
 ("That's mighty fine, Bozzies... fine, in fact, for one more chorus."
 "OK, Jimmy.")
 The object of my affection
 Can change my complexion
 From white to a rosy red
 Any time he holds my hand
 And tells me that he's mine
 There're 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 he's gonna 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 sure won't care
 Oh, the object of my affection
 Can change my complexion
 From white to a rosy red
 Any time he holds my hand
 And tells me that he's mine
 Oh, if after all I've said
 My face starts turning red
 Ahh, don't start teasin', I got a reason
 The object of my affection