Where Do You Go To, My Lovely lyrics by Peter Sarstedt
Peter SarstedtWhere do you go to my lovely
You talk like
Marlene Dietrich
And you dance
like Zizi Jean Maire
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 Sasha Distel
Yes you do
You go to the embassy parties
Well, you talk
in Russian and Greek
And the young men
who move in your circle
They hang on
every word you speak
Yes, they do
Oh 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
that 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
Oh But where do you
go to my lovely
when you're alone
in your bed
Would 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
The very desirable age
Your body is firm
and inviting
And you live on
the glittering stay
Yes you do, Yes you do
Your name, it is heard
in high places
You know the Agha Khan
He sent you a
race horse for Christmas
and you keep it just for fun
for a laugh, aha aha
They say that when
you get married
It will 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
Ah, remember the
back streets of Naples
Two children begging in 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
And 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
