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 sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.
What will be, will be.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
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