Chances Are

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

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

[musical interlude]

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
The chances are your chances are . . . awfully good