Chances are ’cause I wear a silly grim
The moment you come into view
Chances are you think that I’m in love with you.
Just because my composure sort of lips
The moment that your lips meet mine
Chances are you think my heart’s your valentine.
In the magic of moonlight
When I sigh “hold me close, dear”
Chances are you believe the stars
That fill all the skies are in my eyes
Guess you feel you’ll always be
The one I know they want for me
And if you think you could
Well, chances are, the chances are awfully good.
It's not for me to say you love me.
It's not for me to say you'll always care.
Oh, but here for the moment
I can hold you fast
And press your lips to mine
And dream that love will last.
As far as I can see, this is heaven.
And speaking just for me, it's ours to share.
Perhaps the glow of love will grow
With every passing day.
Or we may never meet again,
But then, it's not for me to say.
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-du-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Speaking just for me, it's ours to share.
Perhaps the glow of love will grow
With every passing day.
Or we may never meet again,
But then, it's not for me to say.
The chances, the chances are awfully good
(I hope and pray it’s true)
The chances, the chances awfully good
Awfully good!
Chances are!
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