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

Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel

Where you keep your Rolling Stones records

And a friend of Sacha Distel

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

I've seen all your qualifications

You got from the Sorbonne

And that painting you stole from Picasso

Your loveliness goes on and on

And when you go on your summer vacation

You go to Juan-les-Pins

With your carefully designed topless swimsuit

You get an even suntan

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

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

Your name it is heard in high places

You know the Aga Khan

He sent you a racehorse for Christmas

And you keep it just for fun

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

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

I remember the back streets of Naples

Two children begging in rags

Both touched with a burning ambition

To shake off their lowly brown tags

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 scars

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