Dean Martin - The Object Of My Affection

The object of my affection
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
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
change my complexion
from white to rosy red
Anytime he holds my hand
and tells me that he's mine
There are many man
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
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
change my complexion
from white to rosy red
Anytime she holds my hand
and tells me that she's mine
The object of my
The object of my
The object of my
affection is you
The object of my affection
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
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
change my complexion
from white to rosy red
Anytime he holds my hand
and tells me that he's mine
There are many man
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
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
change my complexion
from white to rosy red
Anytime she holds my hand
and tells me that she's mine
The object of my
The object of my
The object of my
affection is you

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