Where Do You Go To My Lovely

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

You live in a fancy apartment

Of the Boulevard of St. Michel

Where you keep your Rolling Stones records

And a friend of Sacha Distel

You go to the embassy parties

Where you talk in Russian and Greek

And the young men who move in your circle

They hang on every word you speak, yes I 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

And you sip your Napoleon Brandy

But you never get your lips wet

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 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

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, they give a damn

Where do you go to my lovely...

I remember the back streets of Naples

Two children begging in rags

Both touched with a burning ambition

To shake off their lowly born tags, yes 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...