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