| F | Fmaj7 | F | | When I was just a | little | girl |
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| D | D7 | Gm | C | I asked my | mother | what will I | be | |
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| Gm | C | Gm | C | | Will I be | pretty, | will I be | rich |
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| Gm | C | F | F7 | | Here's what she | said to | me | |
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| | F | | Whatever will | be, will be |
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| | C | | The future's not | ours to see |
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| | F | | Whatever will | be, will be |
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| | C | | | The future's not | ours to see | |
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When I grew up and fell in love |
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I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead |
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Will we have rainbows, day after day |
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Here's what my sweetheart said |
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Now I have children of my own |
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They asked their mother what will I be |
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Will I be handsome, will I be rich |
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