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 Saint-Michel 

Where you keep your Rolling Stones records 

And your friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do 



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 



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 



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 



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 



So 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, deep inside, yes you do 



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



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 



Where do you go to my lovely...