Lyrics Chancers Are - Ike & Tina Turner

Chancers Are

Chances are you’ll be needing little me again
I don’t know how and, baby, I can’t say when
You’ll gonna need my love someday
I’m gonna be too far away
And, chances are, you you’ll be needing little me again
(He makes her blue
What can she do?
He’s growing cold, her love is old
He’s getting bored)
To you it is just a puppy love
You never cared how much you broke my heart
But one day you’ll thought and say: «why did I treated little Tina that way?»
And, chances are, you’ll be needing little me again
(He makes her blue
What can she do?
He’s growing cold, her love is old
He’s getting bored)
Til' you really love me that it will never die
All you did was hurt me and caused me scars
Right now you think you’re on top
But one day you’ll might slip and flaw
Be chances are, you’ll be needing little me again
(He makes her blue
What can she do?
He’s growing cold, her love is old
He’s getting bored)
Simple things is all you have for me
You might as well go on and let me be
You think you taught me in around, but he’s the taught all over this town
But chances are you’ll be needing little me again…