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Where Do You Go To (My Lovely) (Re-Recorded)
Peter Sarstedt
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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, oh 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, oh yes, you do
You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
Oh, and the young men who move in your circle
They hang on every word you speak, oh yes, they do
But where do you go to, my lovely
When you're alone in your bed?
Oh, tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes, I do
Oh, I've seen all your qualifications
That you got from the Sorbonne
And the painting that you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness it goes on and on, oh yes, it does
When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pins
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?
Oh, tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes, I do
Well, you're in between twenty and thirty
That's a very desirable age
And your body, well it's firm and inviting
But you live on a glittering stage, oh yes, you do
And your name it 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, ha-ha-ha
And 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?
Oh, 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, they tried
So you 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, it's deep inside
I know where you go to, my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
And 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