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| 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. Que se-ra se-ra, What ever will be will be. The future’s not our’s to see. Que se-ra se-ra. When I grew up and fell in love, I asked my sweetheart, what lies a head? Will we have rainbow day after day? Here’s What my sweetheart said, Que se-ra se-ra, What ever will be will be. The future’s not our’s to see. Que se-ra se-ra. Now I have children of my own, They asked their mother, What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich? I tell them tenderly, Que se-ra se-ra, What ever will be will be. The future’s not our’s to see. Que se-ra se-ra. What will be will be. |