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 MINE TO SEE. QUE SERA, SERA. WHAT WILL BE, WILL BE.
WHEN I WAS JUST A CHILD AT SCHOOL I ASKED MY TEACHER WHAT SHALL I TRY? SHOULD I PAINT PICTURES? SHOULD I SING SONGS? THIS WAS HER WISE REPLY,
QUE SERA, SERA. WHATEVER WILL BE, WILL BE. THE FUTURE'S NOT OURS TO SEE. QUE SERA, SERA. WHAT WILL BE, WILL BE.
WHEN I GREW UP AND FELL IN LOVE, I ASKED MY SWEETHEART WHAT LIES AHEAD? WILL THERE BE RAINBOWS DAY AFTER DAY? HERE'S WHAT MY SWEETHEART SAID, QUE SERA, SERA. WHATEVER WILL BE, WILL BE. THE FUTURE'S NOT OURS TO SEE. QUE SERA, SERA. WHAT WILL BE, WILL BE.
NOW I HAVE CHILDREN OF MY OWN THEY ASK THEIR MOTHER WHAT WILL THEY BE? WILL THEY BE PRETTY? WILL THEY BE RICH? I TELL THEM FAITHFULLY, QUE SERA, SERA. WHATEVER WILL BE, WILL BE. THE FUTURE'S NOT MINE TO SEE. QUE SERA, SERA. WHAT WILL BE, WILL BE.
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