"Where do you go to My Lovely?" Biarritz by Marisola

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jean-Maire
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... Saint-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
When 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
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 Saint 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...
Well 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
Your body well it's firm and inviting
But you live on a glittering stage
Yes you do

And your name, it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it
just for fun, for a laugh,
a-ha-ha-ha

They say that when you get married
It'll be to a mill-i-onaire
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
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head
yes I do

I-I-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 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
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 na na na)
(na na-na-na na na-na-na na-na na na na na)

Peter Sarstedt