Jimmie Greer

 The object of my affection
 Can change my complexion
 From white to a rosy read
 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 hang around
 And keep acting like a clown
 Until he says he's mine

 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

 Repeat:
 The object of my affection
 Can change my complexion
 From white to a rosy read
 Anytime he holds my hand and tells me that he's mine