My mother used to sing me Que Sera, Sera when I was little. I wonder how I would have turned out if she had sang this lullabye to me instead. It was bad enough having a psychoanalyst for a dad, so I doubt I would could have taken more abuse.
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I hope your mom was singing the Sly and the Family Stone arrangement.