The Object of My Affection

I'm sure my affection can change my complexion, blue
Brown, or rosy red, she do
Anytime she holds my hand
And tells me she's mine
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
Ooh, baby, you're mine, blue

I'm not afraid that she'll leave me
For she's not the kind to be unfair
But instead I trust her implicitly
She can go where she wants to, do what she wants to
I don't care
I'm sure my affection can change my complexion, blue
Brown or rosy red, she do
Anytime she holds my hand
And tells me she's mine