if I had a $ for everyone who googled this, I'd have a pocket full - but none of them ever say "thanks"

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
.

You live in a fancy appartement
Of the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel

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

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 Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh 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, they 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

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

PETER SARSTEDT
.

this song from February 1969 (I was four and three quarters and wouldn't have heard it then, as my parents only listened to Radio 4 on the radio and only played classical or the Seekers and Nina & Frederik on the gramaphone) spent four weeks at Number One, 16 weeks in total in the charts. . .

they are probably amongst my favourite lyrics of all time (right up there will Elle Est d'Aileurs)