Chances are 'cause I wear a silly grin The moment you come into view, Chances are you think that I'm in love with you. Just because my composure sort of slips The moment that your lips meet mine, Chances are you think my heart's your Valentine.
Bridge:
In the magic of moonlight, When I sigh, "Hold me close, dear," Chances are you believe the stars That fill the skies are in my eyes.
Guess you feel you'll always be The one and only one for me And, if you think you could, Well, chances are your chances are awfully good.
(Instrumental interlude and pick up at the bridge.)
In the magic of moonlight, When I sigh, "Hold me close, dear," Chances are you believe the stars That fill the skies are in my eyes.
Guess you feel you'll always be The one and only one for me And, if you think you could, Well, chances are your chances are awfully good.