The object of my affection
Can change [bad word] From white to a rosy read
Anytime he holds my hand and tells me that he's mine

There are many boys who can thrill me
And 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 [bad word] him implicitly
He can go where he wants to go
Do what he wants to do
I don't care

Repeat:
The object of my affection
Can change [bad word] From white to a rosy read
Anytime he holds my hand and tells me that he's mine.