CHANCES ARE /

 IT´S NOT FOR ME TO SAY

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!