Where Do You Go To My Lovely

You talk like Marlene Dietrich

And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire

And there's diamonds and pearls

In your hair, yes there are

You live in a fancy apartment

Off the Boulevard Saint-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-Pines

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

Would you tell me the thoughts that surround you

I want to look inside your head, yes I do.

Your name is heard in high places

You know the Aga Khan

He sent you a racehorse for Christmas

And you keep it just for fun for a laugh for ha-ha-ha

They say that when you get married

It'll be to a millionaire

But they don't realize 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 rags

Both touched with a burning ambition

To shake off their lowly-borne tags they try

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.