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 awf’ly good.
The chances are your chances are awf’ly good.