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When I was just a little girl What will I be When I grow up?
I asked my mother I always wonder each night and day,
What will I be Will I be a doctor?
Will I be pretty Will I be a soldier?
Will I be rich I wonder day by day.
Here's what she said to me
Tra lala lala,
Que sera, sera Whatever is there for me,
Whatever will be, will be That will be my destiny,
The future's not ours to see Tra lala lala.
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be