Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)

Where Do You Go to My Lovely - Peter Sarstedt

Written 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 circles

They hang on every word you speak 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

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

That's a very desirable age

Your body is firm and inviting yes you do

On a glittering stage yes you do

Your name 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

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 d**n

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 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 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