Blues for Bohemia - Nat Adderley, Johnny Mathis

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'll 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'll 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