Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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When I was just a little boy,
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,
A sissy you’ll be, you’ll be,
It’s already plain to see,
That you are, you are.
Then I put on my sister’s dress,
And asked my mother, what do you see?
Am I boy, or am I a girl,
Am I a he, or she?
Que sera, sera,
A girl to a tee, I see,
Grow into the real lady,
That you are, you are.
I wanted dresses of my own,
So to my mother, I made this plea;
I love pink satin, taffeta too,
And she replied to me:
Que sera, sera,
The shop closes at three, at three,
So let us hurry, hurry,
In the car, the car.
Now I have children of my own,
Beautiful daughters, one two and three;
They all love dresses, frilly and cute –
But not as much as me.
Que sera, sera,
My mother she was the key,
To living a life so free,
She’s my star, my star.