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 you 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 Dispel, yes you do

You go the embassy parties

Where you talk in Russian and Greek

And the youngmen who move in your circles

They hang on every word you speak, yes they do

But where do you go to my lovely

When you're alone in your bed

Tell me the parts that surround you

I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I've seen all your qualifications

You've got from the Sorbonne

And the painting you stole from Picasso

Your loveliness goed 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 jetset

And you sip your Napoleon Brandy

But you never get your lips wet, no you don't

But where do you go to...

You're in between 20 and 30

A very desirable age

Your body firm and inviting

But you live on a glittering stage, yes you do, yes you do

You 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, just for a laugh, hahahaha

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...

I remember the back streets of Napels

Two children begging in rags

Both touched with a burning ambition

To shake off their lowly brown tags, 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