You talk like Melanie Drake And you dance like Zizi Janer
Your clothes are all made by Belmont And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair
Yes, there are
You live in a fancy apartment Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stone records And a friend of Sasha D's still, yes you do
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 wanna 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 as you are the palm With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan On your back and on your legs
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 wanna look inside your head, yes I do
I remember the back streets of Naples Two children begging in arrest
Both touched by a burning ambition To shake off their lonely born tags, so they try
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
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 wanna look inside your head, yes I do
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 wanna look inside your head, yes I do
I remember the back streets of Naples Two children begging in arrest
But where do you go to, my lovely