When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother, what will I be?
Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?
And this's what she says to me,
Ambiga, my girl,
What will be, will be,
The future is not ours to see,
Ambiga, my girl,
What will be, will be...
...and I became a Preschool Teacher.
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