When I was a little girl
I asked my mother What would I be
Will I be pretty will I be rich
Here's what she said
Que Sera
Whatever will be,will
The future is not ours to see
Que Sera Sera
What will be will be
When I grew up fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Here's what my sweetheart said
Que Sera Sera
Whatever will be will be
The future is not ours to see
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