Lirieke: Bing Crosby. Ghost Of A Chance.

I need your love so badly,
Ilove you, oh, so madly,
But I don't stand a
Ghost of a chance with you!
I thought at last I'd found you,
But other loves surround you,
And I don't stand a
Ghost of a chance with you.
If you'd surrender,
Just for a tender kiss or two,
You might discover,
that I'm the lover, meant for you,

And I'd be true,
But what's the good of scheming,
I Know I must be dreaming,
For I don't stand a
Ghost of a chance with you!