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