Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)

You talk like Marlene Dietrich And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire And your clothes are all made by Balmain And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are And you live in a fancy apartment Off the Boulevard St. Michel Oh, where you keep your Rolling Stones records And a friend of Sacha Distel, oh yes you do And you go to the embassy parties Where you talk in Russian and Greek And the young men who move in your circles Oh, they hang on every word you speak, yes they do But where do you go to, my lovely? Oh, when you're alone in your bed Oh, won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you? I want to look inside your head, yes I do Oh, I've seen all your qualifications And you got from the Sorbonne And the painting you stole from Picasso Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does And when you go on your summer vacation You go to Juan-les-Pins Oh, 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 And you never get your lips wet, oh no you don't But where do you go to, my lovely? Oh, when you're alone in your bed Oh, won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you? I want to look inside your head, yes I do Oh, when you're in between twenty and thirty And that's a very desirable age Oh, but your body is firm and inviting But you live on a glittering stage, do, yes you do And your name is heard in high places Oh, you know the Aga Khan Oh, we sent you a race horse for Christmas And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, ha-ha-ha And they say that when you get married It'll be to a millionaire Oh, but they don't realize where you came from And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn Oh, but where do you go to, my lovely? When you're alone in your bed Oh, won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you? I want to look inside your head, yes I do I remember the backstreets of Naples Two children begging in rags Both touched with a burning ambition To shake off their lowly-born tags, they tried So look into my face, Marie-Claire And remember just who you are Oh, then go and forget me forever But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside Oh, I know where you go to my lovely Oh, when you're alone in your bed I know the thoughts that surround you Because I can look inside your head Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na