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
yes there are
You live in a
fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard
of St. 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
Juan-les-Pines
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
Would 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 ha-ha-ha
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
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 remember the back
streets of Naples
Two children
begging in rags
Both touched with
a burning ambition
To shake off their
lowly-borne 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
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