Been listening this song ten times a day. Suddenly realise that it is depicting the same sort of mood as in "Breakfast at Tiffany's" (the novella by Truman Capote, not the movie (different endings)). Where do you go to (my lovely) - by Peter Sarstedt 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, yes they are... 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, 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 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 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, no you dont'... 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, for hahaha 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 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... I remember the back streets of Naples Two children begging in rags Both touched with a burning ambition To shake off their lowly Balt Tags, yes 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.. 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 from Wikipedia Marlene Dietrich: husky-voiced German actress and singer Zizi Jeanmaire: French ballerina Balmain: French designer of elegant fashions Boulevard Saint-Michel: street in the Latin Quarter famous for bookshops Rolling Stones: rebellious English rock group Sacha Distel: French crooner Sorbonne: University of Paris Picasso: Spanish pioneer of modern art Juan-les-Pins: fashionable beach resort on the French Riviera Saint Moritz: fashionable ski resort in the Swiss Alps Napoleon brandy: especially fine aged brandy Aga Khan: World-travelling Islamic leader and racehorse owner Topless swimsuit Balt Tags: suggests Baltic ethnicity | 
