Que sera sera
What ever will be; will be...
The day is not mine you see...
Que sera, sera....
When I was just a little girl...
I thought my life would end perfectly.
Will I be rich
Will I be pretty
Here's what the truth turned to be.....
When I was young, I fell in love
I asked Mr. Insatiable what lies ahead (
I was so worried he'd lie to me)
Will it be easy? Will it be fun?
He said "for sure"
Just to get me to bed...
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Just keep lying to me...
Now we've got 3 kids of our own
They ask us both, what will we be
Will we be traumatized, from your parenting?
I tell them tenderly....
Who do you, think that you are?
We have no answers for you right now....
We are still trying. To figure out..how to grow up our selves..
Now, when I think my job is done....
Sombody asks something of me....
Will you do laundry? Will you flog me?
I reply joyfully
Go to hell right now!
The laundry can wait, you see..
The flogging can't be seen
cuz they would be traumatized for sure!
Get out of my house!
to flog yourself
Get out of my way!.
and go outside and play!
Now its time for me to go
And stop pretending that I dont care.
Will I get through the day? Will I survive?
Thank god there's a bottle hiding.
Oh, my life's a JOY!
You all wish you too had this..
The secret to eternal bliss..
Vent your fant-sanities on your blog....
Hold your tongue and count to ten...
Have a shot and just re-laaaax.....