You talk like Marlena Dietrich And you dance like Zizi Jamal 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 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? 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-born tags And 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 Cos I can look inside your head I can look inside your head