Mentionsy

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 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 sera, sera, whatever will be, will be.

Que sera, sera, what will be, will be.

They ask their mother, what will I be?

Will I be handsome?

Will I be rich?

Que sera, sera, whatever will be, will be.

What will be, will be.

When I come home at night, she will be waiting.

And then the flirty, flirty guys With their flirty, flirty eyes Will have to flirt with all this memory When I come home that night She will be waiting She'll be the dumbest dog In all this world