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The Object Of My Affection (with Jimmie Grier) (78 rpm Version)
The Boswell Sisters
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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, 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, oh, and tells me that he's mine, all mine
There are many boys who can thrill me, 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's 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
Oh, the object of my affection can change my complexion
From white to a rosy red
Anytime he holds my hand, oh, and tells me that he's mine, all mine
Well, that's mighty fine, bossies
Fine enough, in fact, for one more chorus
Okay, Jimmy
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, 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'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
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
Oh, if after all I've said, my face starts turning red
Don't start teasing, I've got a reason
The object of my affection
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