The Chance of Love - CHRIS REA

I came here to dance
To show my face
To try and lose my blues
Something that takes its place
And I don't care about the moon
And the stars way above
Give me something in my pocket
And the chance of love
The chance of love
I have been out along the hard-wire
Trying to make it, babe
We all needed to get lucky
And a chance to come my way
So I don't care about the moon
And the stars way above
Give me something in my pocket
And the chance of love
The chance of love
The chance of love
Dress me up in pretty clothes
Let everybody see
The only thing I'm needing
The only thing that set you free, oh
The chance of love
And I am praying for an angel
Yeah, I am looking for a break
Nobody wants to give up
Everybody wants to play
So I don't care about the moon
And the stars way above
Give me something in my pocket
And the chance of love
Oh, the chance of love
The chance of love
Oh, the chance of love
The chance of love
Oh, the chance of love, something in my pocket
The chance of love
The chance of love
Oh, the chance of love
Yeah, the chance of love