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