Dean Martin - The Object of My Affection

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 to go

Do what she wants to do, I won'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

(The object of my affection

Can change my complexion

From white to rosy red

Anytime he holds my hand

And tells me that he's mine

There are many men who can thrill me

And some who can fill me

With dreams of happiness

But I know I'll never rest

Until he says he'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 to go

Do what she wants to do, I won'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 me

(The object of my, the object of my

The object of my affection is you!)