You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard San Michelle
Where you keep all your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do

But where do you go to my lovely,
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
'Cos I want to 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
And your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan Le Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back, & on your legs

When the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
With the others of the Jet Set
Where you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't

But where do you go to my lovely,
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
'Cos 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 kept it, just for fun, for a laugh, ha-ha-ha

They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realise where you've come 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
'Cos I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To throw off their lowly-born tags, and they tried

So look into my eyes Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know that you'll still bear the scar, deep inside

I know where you go to my lovely,
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cos I can look inside your head.