The Object of My Affection - Emmy Rossum

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