＊Box of Chocolates＊

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 ahter 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 sak their mother, "What will I be?
Will I be handsome?
Will I be rich?"
I tell them tenderly:

"Que sera sera,
Whatever will be will be:
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera sera,
What will be will be.
Que sera sera."