| The object of my affection
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| Can change my complexion
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| From white to a rosy red
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| Anytime he holds my hand
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| And tells me that he’s mine
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| There are many boys who can thrill me
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| And some who can chill me
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| But I’ll just hand around
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| And keep acting like a clown
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| Until he says he’s mine
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| Now I’m not afraid that he’ll leave me
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| Cause he’s not the kind to take a dare
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| But instead I trust him implicitly
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| He can go where he wants to go
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| Do what he wants to do, I sure don’t care
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| The object of my affection
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| Can change my complexion
|
| From white to a rosy red
|
| Anytime he holds my hand
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| And tells me that he’s mine
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| Now I’m not afraid that he’ll leave me
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| Cause he’s not the kind to be unfair
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| But instead I trust him implicitly
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| He can go where he wants to go
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| Do what he wants to do, I sure don’t care
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| The object of my affection
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| Can change my complexion
|
| From white to a rosy red
|
| Anytime he holds my hand
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| And tells me that he’s mine, oh mine
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| The object of my affection
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| Can change my complexion
|
| From white to a rosy red
|
| Anytime he holds my hand
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| And tells me that he’s mine
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| There are many boys who can thrill me
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| And some who can fill me
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| With dreams of happiness
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| But I know I’ll never rest
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| Until he says he’s mine
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| Now I’m not afraid that he’ll leave me
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| Cause he’s not the kind to take a dare
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| 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
|
| The object of my affection
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| Can change my complexion
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| From white to a rosy red
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| Anytime he holds my hand
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| And tells me that he’s mine
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| If after all I’ve said
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| My face is turning red
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| Don’t start teasing, I’ve got a reason
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| The object of my affection |