The Object of My Affection - Dean Martin
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 she wants do 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
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 she wants do I won'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