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

When you're alone in your bed

Tell me the thoughts that surround you

I want to look inside your head yes I do