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 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 Bridge Now I’m not afraid that he’ll 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 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