Текст песни The Object of My Affection - Elaine Stritch

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 of men who can thrill me
And some who can fill me
With dreams of happinness
But I'll never rest until
He tells me that he's mine

Now he's not the kind that'll leave me
Cause he's not the type to be unfair
But instead I trust him implicitly
He can go where he wants to go
Do what he wants to do
I don't care

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

He's not the kind that'll leave me
Not the kind to be unfair
But instead I trust him implicitly
He can go, do
I don't care

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, oh mine

He's so pure
He's so sweet
God-- (?)
See, I'd stay in line
But the object of my affection is mine
Oh, mine