Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where Do You Go to, My Lovely, artist - Peter Sarstedt.
Date of issue: 18.06.2001
Song language: English
Where Do You Go to, My Lovely |
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 Pines |
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 racehorse for Christmas |
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, a 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 |
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 on 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 |