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[00:00.00]The Object Of My Affection - Faron Young
[00:05.07]Written by:P. Tomlin/C. Poe/J. Grier
[00:10.14]The object of my affection
[00:12.54]Can change my complexion
[00:15.10]From white to rosy red
[00:20.42]Anytime she holds my hand
[00:24.08]And tells me that she's mine
[00:29.55]There are many girls who can thrill me
[00:32.47]And some who can fill me
[00:34.87]With dreams of happiness
[00:39.84]But
[00:40.45]I know
[00:41.11]I'll never rest
[00:43.73]Until she says she's mine
[00:49.97]Now
[00:50.32]I'm not afraid that she'll leave me
[00:54.53]'Cause she's not the kind who'll be unfair
[00:59.37]But instead
[01:00.54]I trust her implicitly
[01:04.03]She can go where she wants
[01:05.39]And go do what she wants to do
[01:07.00]I won't care
[01:08.55]Oh the object of my affection
[01:11.34]Can change my complexion
[01:13.90]From white to rosy red
[01:18.95]Anytime she holds my hand
[01:22.49]And tells me that she's mine
[02:08.13]Now
[02:08.73]I'm not afraid that she'll leave me
[02:13.45]'Cause she's not the kind who'll be unfair
[02:18.34]But instead
[02:19.28]I trust her implicitly
[02:22.68]She can go where she wants
[02:24.03]And go do what she wants to do
[02:25.56]I won't care
[02:27.22]Oh the object of my affection
[02:30.08]Can change my complexion
[02:32.55]From white to rosy red
[02:37.51]Anytime she holds my hand
[02:41.19]And tells me that she's mine
文本歌词
The Object Of My Affection - Faron Young
Written by:P. Tomlin/C. Poe/J. Grier
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
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
Now
I'm not afraid that 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
And go do what she wants to do
I won't care
Oh 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
Now
I'm not afraid that 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
And go do what she wants to do
I won't care
Oh 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