ฟังเพลงThe Object of My Affection

The Object of My Affection - The Boswell Sisters/Doris Day

Written by：Tomlin/Poe/Grier/Coy Poe

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 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 sure don't care

Oh 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

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 all 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 he gonna leave me

'Cause 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 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 all 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 chill me

But I'll just hang around

And keep acting like a clown

'Til he says he's mine

Now I'm not afraid he's gonna 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 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

Incomprehensible

My face starts turning red

Don't start teasing

I got a reason

The object of my affection