You talk like Marlene Dietrich And you dance like Zizi Jean-Maire And there's diamonds and pearls in your Hair yes there are You live in a fancy apartment Off the Boulevard Saint-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 yon go oil your summer vacation You go to Juan-les-Pins With your carefidly designed topless swimsuit You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs And when the snow falls you're found in Saint 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 Your name it 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 A-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 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-born tags so they try So took 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 (Na na-na-na na na-na-na na-na na na na na) (Na na-na-na na na-na-na na-na na na na na)