Chances Are Johnny Mathis (#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.
In the magic of the 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 you Chances Are awf'ly good.
Chances Are your Chances Are awf'ly good.