Words by Al Stillman and Music by Robert Allen



Peak position # 1 in 1957





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





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