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Peter Sarstedt
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This song is performed by Peter Sarstedt.
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 St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel
Yes you do

You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circle
They hang on every word you speak
Yes they do

Bu 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

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

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
Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you?
I want to look inside your head
Yes I do

You're in-between twenty and thirty
A very desirable age
Your body's firm and inviting
But you live on a glittering stage
Yes you do, yes you do

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, ha-ha-ha-ha

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?
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 try

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember a 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
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

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