| Song 51 "Chances Are" |
| Words by Alan Stillman Music by Robert Allen Lyrics 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'll 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 awfully good |