1.The Object of My Affection
Lyricist：C. Poe, J. Grier, P. Tomlin
The object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to a rosy red
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 trust him implicitly
He can go where he wants to go
Do what he wants to do, I sure don't care
Oh, the object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to a rosy red
Anytime he holds my hand
And tells me that he's mine
The object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to a rosy red
Anytime he holds my hand
And tells me that he's mine, all 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 he gonna leave me
'Cause he's not the kind who takes a dare
But instead I trust him implicitly
He can go where he wants to go
Do what he wants to do, I sure don't care
The object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to a rosy red
Anytime he holds my hand
And tells me that he's mine, all mine
The object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to a rosy red
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
'Til he says he's mine
Now I'm not afraid he's gonna leave me
He's not the kind who takes a dare
But instead I trust him implicitly
He can go where he wants to go
Do what he wants to do, I sure don't care
The object of my affection
Can change my complexion
From white to a rosy red
Anytime he holds my hand
And tells me that he's mine
My face starts turning red
Don't start teasing, I got a reason
The object of my affection
2.Shuffle Off To Buffalo
Lyricist：Al Dubin, Harry Warren
I'll go home and pack my clothes
You get your visas 'n' all that
An' away we'll go
Off we're gonna shuffle-uffle-uffle off to Buffalo
To Niagra in a sleeper
No honeymoon that's cheaper
And the train goes slow
Off we're gonna shuffle-uffle-uffle off to Buffalo
Someday, the stork may pay a visit
And leave a little souvenir
Just a little cute 'What is it？'
But we'll discuss that later, dear
For silver quarters
Have the porter
Turn the lights down low
Off we're gonna shuffle-uffle-uffle off to Buffalo
Now that we have had the rice and flowers
The knot is tied
I visualize those happy hours
You close by my side
The honeymoon in store
Is one that you'll adore
I'll go home and pack my clothes
You can get your visa 'n' all that
And away we'll go
Off we're gonna shuffle, shuffle off to Buffalo
To Niagra in a sleeper
There's no honeymoon that's cheaper
And the train goes slow
Off we're gonna shuffle, shuffle off to Buffalo
Someday, the stork may pay a visit
And leave a little souvenir
Just a little cute 'What is it？'
But we'll discuss that later, dear
For a little silver quarter
We can have the pull man porter
Turn the lights down low
Off we're gonna shuffle, shuffle off to Buffalo
I'll go home and pack my clothes
You get your visas 'n' those
Come honey, we're goin'
Shuffle off to Buffalo, Buffalo
To Niagra in a sleeper
There's no honeymoon that's cheaper
When the train goes slow
Shuffle off to Buffalo
Someday the stork may pay a visit
And leave a little souvenir
Just a little cute 'What is it？'
We got a lotta time to think about that dear
Little silver quarter
We can have the pull man porter
Turn the lights down low
Shuffle off to Buffalo
Hey shuffle, hey shuffle
Shuffle off to Buffalo
Shuffle off to Buffalo
Shuffle off to Buffalo
Shuffle off to Buffalo
3.Forty-Second Street
Lyricist：Al Dubin, Harry Warren
Come and meet
Those dancing feet
On the avenue I'm taking you to
Forty-Second Street
Hear the beat
Of dancing feet
It's the song I love the melody of
Forty-Second Street
Little nifties from the fifties
Innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscreet
Side by side, they're glorified
Where the underworld
Can meet the elite
Forty-Second Street
Little nifties from the fifties
Innocent, sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscreet
Side by side, they're glorified
Where the underworld
Can meet the elite
Forty-Second Street
Forty-Second Street
Naughty, bawdy
Gaudy, sporty
Forty
Forty-Second Street
4.Sleep Come On And Take Me
Lyricist：Boyd Bunch, Joe Young
Sleep, come on and take me
Until my love comes home
Sleep, don't you forsake me
'Cause I'm so all alone
All the time I'm by my own somehow
My heart keeps bumping me
Can't you see I'm sad and lonesome
For the want of company
Sleep, come on and take me
Until my love comes home
Old men sleep
For every lover you paint a new tomorrow
Old men sleep
And you discover a way to chase away my sorrows
Please don't wait until tomorrow
Sleep, listen to me why don't you come and take me
'Til my love comes home
Sleep, listen to me, now please don't forsake me
I'm so all alone
All the time I'm by my own some
My heart's pumping me
Can't you see I'm sad and lonesome
For the want of company, lordy, lord
Sleep, listen to me why don't you come and take me
'Til my love comes home, alone
Comes alone, till my love comes home
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