Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Object of My Affection , by - Emmy Rossum. Song from the album Sentimental Journey, in the genre ПопRelease date: 24.01.2013
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Object of My Affection , by - Emmy Rossum. Song from the album Sentimental Journey, in the genre ПопThe Object of My Affection |
| 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 can thrill me |
| And some who can chill me |
| But I’ll just hand 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 to take 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 |
| 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 |
| Now I’m not afraid that he’ll leave me |
| Cause he’s not the kind to be unfair |
| 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 |
| Can change my complexion |
| From white to a rosy red |
| Anytime he holds my hand |
| And tells me that he’s mine, oh mine |
| 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 can thrill me |
| And some who can fill me |
| With dreams of happiness |
| But I know I’ll never rest |
| Until he says he’s mine |
| Now I’m not afraid that he’ll leave me |
| Cause he’s not the kind to take 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 |
| 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 |
| If after all I’ve said |
| My face is turning red |
| Don’t start teasing, I’ve got a reason |
| The object of my affection |