Where Do You Go To (My Lovely) - Re-Recorded

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.
 You go to the embassy parties
 Where you talk in Russian and Greek
 And the young men who move in your circles
 They hang on every word you speak, yes they 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
 Tell me the thoughts that surround you
 I want to look inside your head, yes I do.
 You're in between 20 and 30
 A very desirable age
 Your body is firm and inviting
 But you live on a glittering stage, yes you do, yes you 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 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, 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, 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.