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Category: - Artist:Nick Todd- Contributor:Webmaster

Plaything

(Plaything)
Plaything, that's all I was to you
(But now)
But now your little game is through
Playgirl (ah-ha)
Stop knocking at my door (whaa-whaa-whaa)
I'm not your plaything anymore (aaah)

Your love (your love)
Was only make believe
Some tricks (some tricks)
You carried up your sleeve
I'm through (he's through)
No need to walk the floor (whaa-whaa-whaa)
I'm not your plaything anymore

I gave my love
My all to you
Because I thought you loved me too
I wanted your love
Yes, all the way
But no, not you (nooo)
You wanted to play

Playgirl (ah-ha)
Your little playthings gone
Gone out (gone out)
To learn a different song
Bye now (bye now)
I'll see you never more (aah)
I'm not your plaything anymore

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

(Plaything)
Plaything, that's all I was to you
(But now)
But now your little game is through
Playgirl (ah-ha)
Stop knocking at my door (whaa-whaa-whaa)
I'm not your plaything anymore (aah)

Your love (my love)
Was only make believe
Some tricks (some tricks)
You carried up your sleeve
I'm through (he's through)
No need to walk the floor (whaa-whaa-whaa)
I'm not your plaything anymore

I gave my love
My all to you
Because I thought you loved me too
I wanted your love
Yes, all the way
But no, not you (no)
You wanted to play

Playgirl (ah-ha)
Your little plaything's gone
Gone out (gone out)
To learn a different song
Bye now (bye now)
I'll see you never more (aah)
I'm not your plaything anymore

(Bye now)

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Title:Que Sera, Sera
Artist: Doris Day - Contributor:Webmaster

When I was just a little girl,
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,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be."

When I was just a child in school,
I asked my teacher, "What will I try?
Should I paint pictures"
Should I sing songs?"
This was her wise reply:

"Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be."

When I grew up and fell in love.
I asked my sweetheart, "What lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows
Day after day?"
Here's what my sweetheart said:

"Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be."

Now I have Children of my own.
They ask their mother, "What will I be?"
Will I be handsome?
Will I be rich?"
I tell them tenderly:

"Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be.
Que Sera, Sera!"