Where Do You Go To My Lovely Lyrics - Peter Sarstedt

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 circle 

Hang on every word that 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 

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 

Your name is heard in high places 

You know the Aga Khan 

He sent you a racehorse for chistmas 

And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh haha 

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 born tags, yes they try 

So look into my face Marie-Claire 

And remember just who you are 

Then go and forget me forever 

'Cause 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