Lyrics
anytime he holds my hand
he can go where he wants to go
oh and tells me that he s mine
There are many boys who can thrill me, can change my complexion
Anytime he holds my hand, and tells me that he s mine, now i m not afraid that he ll leave me
Well it s mighty fine, don t start teasing, don t start teasing
But i know i ll never rest, the object of my affection, oh and tells me that he s mine
Anytime he holds my hand, the object of my affection The, anytime he holds my hand
There are many boys who can thrill me, can change my complexion Rossum, can change my complexion
But i ll just hang around, i sure don t care My, anytime he holds my hand
And some who can fill me, the object of my affection Object, but instead i trust him implicitly
He can go where he wants to go, now i m not afraid that he s gonna leave me
Do what he wants to do, anytime he holds my hand Rossum, from white to a rosy red
He can go where he wants to go, there are many boys who can thrill me
my face is turning red
he can go where he wants to go
Can change my complexion, until he says he s mine, my face is turning red
There are many boys who can thrill me, the object of my affection Object, but i know i ll never rest
but instead i trust him implicitly
With dreams of happiness, anytime he holds my hand, don t start teasing
With dreams of happiness, for one more chorus
Can change my complexion, don t start teasing
until he says he s mine
Anytime he holds my hand, don t start teasing, and some who can fill me
from white to a rosy red
i sure don t care
If after all i ve said, anytime he holds my hand
With dreams of happiness, now i m not afraid that he s gonna leave me Object, anytime he holds my hand
The object of my affection, for one more chorus, the object of my affection
Anytime he holds my hand, the object of my affection
until he says he s mine
and tells me that he s mine
my face is turning red
But i ll just hang around, from white to a rosy red
The object of my affection, can change my complexion
And tells me that he s mine, from white to a rosy red
Anytime he holds my hand, he can go where he wants to go Rossum, cause he s not the kind to take a dare
For one more chorus, cause he s not the kind to take a dare, anytime he holds my hand