Peter Sarstedt - Where Do You Go To My Lovely (With Lyrics)

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 You live in a fancy appartement Of the Boulevard of St. Michel Where you keep your Rolling Stones records And a friend of Sacha Distel 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 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-Pines With your carefully designed topless swimsuit You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs 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 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 Your name is heard in high places You know the Aga Khan He sent you a racehorse for chistmas And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh haha 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, they give a damn 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 I remember the back streets of Naples Two children begging ...