We Don't Stand A Chance

You look good on the dance floor
And I'm too tired to dance.
What are we making plans for?
We don't stand a chance

You're so happy and carefree
I walk around in a trance
What's the use of a therapy
If we don't stand a chance?

Strange bedfellows
They play their cellos
They say the melody haunts
Some are cynical
Some are whimsical
Vive la difference

Don't you think it's dismaying
Every skeptical glance
Why is everyone saying
That we don't stand a chance?

Strange bedfellows
They play their cellos
They say the melody haunts
Some are paranoid
Some are overjoyed
Vive la difference

Oh but I love to hold you
I love your polka dot pants
Fuck those people who told you
That we don't stand a chance

Because oh, I love to hold you
I love your polka dot pants
Fuck those people who told you
That we don't stand a chance

We're all right
Yeah, we're doing all right
We're all right
We're doing all right
We're all right
We're all right
Yeah, we're doing all right