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 what she wants, 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
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 what she wants, 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...