It's no passing fashion,
no streetlamp corner passion,
no love that I bought at the five and dime,
no firecracker romance.
I'm leaving love to no chance.
Our odds get even better all the time.
It's no springtime whimsy,
my feelings aren't flimsy,
no lyric from a jukebox rhyme,
no firecracker romance.
I'm leaving love to no chance.
Our odds get even better all the time.
I'll be your living daydream,
the gleam that's in your eye,
the reason and the answer why.
No spin of the roulette wheel
can change the way that I feel,
no knave of hearts will ever capture mine,
no firecracker romance.
I'm leaving love to no chance.
Our odds get even better all the time.