Where Do You Go To (My Lovely) - Re-Recorded

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