I'll Go Where You Want Me to Go (feat. Na Drua) - The Tonga Sisters

It may not be on the mountain height Or over the stormy sea, It may not be at the battle's front My Lord will have need of me. But if, by a still, small voice he calls To paths that I do not know, I'll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in thine: I'll go where you want me to go. I'll go where you want me to go, dear Lord, Over mountain or plain or sea; I'll say what you want me to say, dear Lord; I'll be what you want me to be. Perhaps today there are loving words Which Jesus would have me speak; There may be now in the paths of sin Some wand'rer whom I should seek. O Savior, if thou wilt be my guide, Tho dark and rugged the way, My voice shall echo the message sweet: I'll say what you want me to say. There's surely somewhere a lowly place In earth's harvest fields so wide Where I may labor through life's short day For Jesus, the Crucified. So trusting my all to thy tender care, And knowing thou lovest me, I'll do thy will with a heart sincere: I'll be what you want me to be.

You talk like Marlene Dietrich And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire Your clothes are all made by Balmain And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair Yes, there are You live in a fancy apartment Off the Boulevard St. Michel Where you keep your Rolling Stones records And a friend of Sacha Distel Yes, you do But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed? Tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head Yes, I do I've seen all your qualifications You got from the Sorbonne And the painting you stole from Picasso Your loveliness goes on and on Yes, it does When you go on your summer vacation You go to Juan-les-Pins With your carefully designed topless swimsuit You get an even suntan On your back and on your legs And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz With the others of the jet-set And you sip your Napoleon Brandy But you never get your lips wet No, you don't But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed? Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you? I want to look inside your head Yes, I do Your name, it is heard in high places You know the Aga Khan He sent you a race horse for Christmas And you keep it just for fun For a laugh Ha-ha-ha-ha Oh, they say that when you get married It'll be to a millionaire But they don't realise where you came from And I wonder if they really care Or give a damn Where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed? Tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head Yes, I do I remember the back streets of Naples Two children begging in the rags Both touched with a burning ambition To shake off their lowly-born tags So they tried So look into my face, Marie-Claire And remember just who you are Then go and forget me forever But I know you still bear the scar Deep inside Yes, you do I know where you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed I know the thoughts that surround you 'Cause I can look inside your head