what were the chances?

Candles lit up the old ball
Like swarms of junebugs in flight
But they couldn’t outshine 
That lady of mine 
Last night

Scandles flitted like snowballs
When we embraced for the waltz
“the governor’s daughter
Here with a pauper!”
But she didn’t heed their base assaults

What were the chances
That this enchantress
Would fix me with her glances
I'm just as poor as dirt
Still we flirt
She says she loves me so!

What were the chances?
Who could have planned this?!
How funny romance is! 
My princess doesn't wince
Though her wretched prince
Has the net worth of a toad!

What were the chances?
That this enchantress
Would be mine to dance with?
I'm up to here in debt
Yet juliette 
Says I'm her romeo! 

What were the chances?
She preens and prances
Despite my finances
Thank cupid it was me
She chanced to see
After he shot his bow.

Words & music by michael johnson
© 2006 zubsongs, ltd.