I'll be a strong as a mountain, Or weak as a willow tree, Anyway you want me, That's how I will be. I'll be a tame as a baby, Or wild as the raging sea, Anyway you want me, That's how I will be. In your hand my heart is clay, To take a mold as you may. I'm what you make me, you've only to take me, And in your arms I will stay. I'll be a fool or a wise man, My darling you hold the key, Yes, anyway you want me, That's how I will be, I will be. Written By Schroeder and Owens