Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jean-Maire
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 St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sasha Distel.

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.

I've seen all your qualifications
That you got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso.
Your loveliness goes on and on.

When you go on your summer vacation,
You go to Juan-les-Pins
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.
Won't you 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 Agha Khan.
He sent you a race horse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, aha aha.

They say that when you get married,
It will be to a millionaire.
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn.

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.

Ah, remember the back streets of Naples,
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so 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.

Ah, 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.