Monday, July 6, 2009

Will I Have Multiple Sclerosis?

"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 was young, I 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.
The future's not ours, to seeQue Sera, Sera.
What will be, will be.

2 comments:

Denver Refashionista said...

"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 was young, I 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.
The future's not ours, to seeQue Sera, Sera.
What will be, will be.

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harkoo said...

"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 was young, I 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.
The future's not ours, to seeQue Sera, Sera.
What will be, will be.

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