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 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 Your name, it 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-ha Oh, they say that when you get married It'll be to a millionaire But they don't realise 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 the rags Both touched with a burning ambition To shake off their lowly-born tags So 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 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

This is the house of MoJive You take the R&B from the rhythm and blues The 50's style And the dancing shoes A little bit of soul A little bit of roll Four on the floor and we're ready to go We call it MoJive MoJive (x4) Hey, Hey, Hey Gimme, Gimme, Gimme MoJive Hey, Hey, Hey Gimme, Gimme, Gimme MoJive Hey, Hey, Hey Gimme the, Gimme the, Gimme the MoJive Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, MoJive You take the hip hop sound and you shuffle it around A techno beat But you make it sound sweet A little bit of house A little bit of swing Four on the floor and you're doing your thing We call it MoJive MoJive (x4) Hey, Hey, Hey Gimme, Gimme, Gimme MoJive This is the house of MoJive

Guitar Deeply dippy bout the curves you've got Deeply hot Hot for the curves you've got Deeply dippy bout the fun we had Deeply mad Mad for the fun we had Oh... my love I can't make head nor tail of passion Oh... my love Lets set sail for the seas of passion now Deeply dippy bout the way you walk A contact sport Let the neighbours talk Deeply dippy I'm your superman I'll explain You're my Lois Lane Oh... my love I can't make head nor tail of passion Oh... my love Lets set sail for the seas of passion now Guitar (Alright) Trumpets (Again) (Awh yeh) (I said) (Hey) Trumpets stop Deeply dippy bout your spanish eyes Sierra smile Legs that go on for miles and miles Trumpets (Awh see those legs man) Miles and miles I said oh... my love I can't make head nor tail of passion Oh.my love So lets set sail for the seas of passion Oh... my love I can't make head nor tail of passion Oh.my love So lets set sail for the seas of passion (I'm takin' a hot tahiti)

I'm too sexy for my love Too sexy for my love Love's going to leave me I'm too sexy for my shirt Too sexy for my shirt So sexy it hurts And I'm too sexy for Milan Too sexy for Milan, New York and Japan And I'm too sexy for your party Too sexy for your party No way I'm disco dancing I'm a model, you know what I mean And I do my little turn on the catwalk Yeah on the catwalk, on the catwalk yeah I do my little turn on the catwalk I'm too sexy for my car Too sexy for my car Too sexy by far And I'm too sexy for my hat Too sexy for my hat What d'ya think about that I'm a model, you know what I mean And I do my little turn on the catwalk Yeah on the catwalk, on the catwalk yeah I shake my little tush on the catwalk I'm too sexy for my Too sexy for my Too sexy for my 'Cause I'm a model, you know what I mean And I do my little turn on the catwalk Yeah on the catwalk, yeah on the catwalk yeah I shake my little tush on the catwalk I'm too sexy for my cat Too sexy for my cat Poor pussy Poor pussy cat I'm too sexy for my love Too sexy for my love Love's going to leave me And I'm too sexy for this song.