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 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 juanlespins
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 yes i do
you’re in between twenty and thirty
that’s 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 race horse for christmas
and you keep it just for fun for a laugh hahaha
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 lowlyborn tags they tried
so look into my face marieclaire
and remember just who you are
then go and forget me forever
but i know you still bear the scar deep inside
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
Artist: Peter Sarstedt
Year: 1969
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 201