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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 será, será Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que será, será What will be, will be" When I grew up and fell in love I asked my sweetheart, "What lies ahead? Will we have rainbows day after day?" Here's what my sweetheart said "Que será, será Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que será, será What will be, will be" Now I have children of my own They ask their mother, "What will I be?" Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?" I tell them tenderly "Que será, será Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que será, será What will be, will be Que será, será
Writer(s): Carl Falk, Savan Kotecha, Jacob Schulze Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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