| C | Em | |
| You | talk like Marlene | Dietrich |
| F | G | |
| And you | dance like Zizi Jean | maire |
| C | Em | |
| Your | clothes are all made by | Balmain |
| F | G | G/F | G/E | G/D | |
| And there`s | diamonds and pearls in your | hair___ | ___ | ___ |
| C | Em | |
| You | live in a fancy a | ppartement |
| F | G | |
| Of the | Boulevard of St. Mi | chel |
| C | Em | |
| Where you | keep your Rolling Stones | records |
| F | G | G/F | G/E | G/D | |
| And a | friend of Sacha Di | stel___ | ___ | ___ |
| C | Em | |
| But | where do you go to my | lovely |
| F | G | |
| When you're alone in your | bed |
| C | Em | |
| Tell me the thoughts that sur | round you |
| F | G | G/F | G/E | G/D | |
| I | want to look inside your | head___ | ___ | ___ |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Your name is heard in high places |
| You know the Aga Khan |
| He sent you a racehorse for chistmas |
| And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh haha |
| 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, they 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 |
| I remember the back streets of Naples |
| Two children begging in rags |
| Both touched with a burning ambition |
| To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try |
| So look into my face Marie-Claire |
| And remember just who you are |
| Then go and forget me forever |
| `Cause 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 |
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| Christian Sebeke, Univ. Hannover/LFI, Schneiderberg 32, D-3000 Hannover 1 Tel: +49 511 762 5035 sebeke@frodo.lfi.uni-hannover.de |