You talk like Marlena Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jamé
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 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 Jouin-le-Pin
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 Samoritz
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 Auger Con 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 or give a damn
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
I
remember the back streets of Naples Two children begging in the rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly bontex as 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