When I
was just a little girl
I asked my mother, " What will I be ?
Will I
be pretty? Will I be rich?"
Here's what she said to me
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"Que
sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to
see
Que sera, sera. What will be, will be
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When I
grew up and fell in love
I asked my lover, " What will I be?
Will I
have rainbows day after day?"
Here's what my lover said
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Now I
have children of my own
They asked their mother, " What will I
be?
Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?"
I tell them tenderly :
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