The object of my affection
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Can change my complexion
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From white to a rosy red
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Anytime he holds my hand
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And tells me that he's mine
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There are many boys who can thrill me
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And some who can chill me
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But I'll just hand around
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And keep acting like a clown
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Until he says he's mine
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Now I'm not afraid that he'll leave me
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Cause he's not the kind to take a dare
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But instead I trust him implicitly
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He can go where he wants to go
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Do what he wants to do, I sure don't care
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The object of my affection
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Can change my complexion
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From white to a rosy red
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Anytime he holds my hand
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And tells me that he's mine
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Now I'm not afraid that he'll leave me
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Cause he's not the kind to be unfair
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But instead I trust him implicitly
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He can go where he wants to go
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Do what he wants to do, I sure don't care
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The object of my affection
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Can change my complexion
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From white to a rosy red
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Anytime he holds my hand
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And tells me that he's mine, oh mine
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The object of my affection
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Can change my complexion
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From white to a rosy red
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Anytime he holds my hand
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And tells me that he's mine
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There are many boys who can thrill me
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And some who can fill me
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With dreams of happiness
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But I know I'll never rest
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Until he says he's mine
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Now I'm not afraid that he'll leave me
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Cause he's not the kind to take a dare
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But instead I trust him implicitly
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He can go where he wants to go
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Do what he wants to do, I sure don't care
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The object of my affection
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Can change my complexion
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From white to a rosy red
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Anytime he holds my hand
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And tells me that he's mine
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If after all I've said
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My face is turning red
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Don't start teasing, I've got a reason
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The object of my affection
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The Object Of My Affection
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Emmy Rossum |