Letra de Where Do You Go ?
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 hairYou live in a fancy apartment Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel Where you keep your Rolling Stones records And a friend of Sacha DistelBut 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 headI've seen all your qualifications You got from the Sorbonne And the painting you stole from Picasso Your loveliness goes on and onWhen you go on your summer vacation You go to Juan-les-Pins With your carefully designed topless swimsuit You get an even suntan on your back and on your legsWhen the snow falls you're 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 don'tWhere 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 headYour name is heard in high places You know the Aga Khan He sent you a race horse for Christmas And you keep it just for fun, for a laughThey say that when you get married It'll be to a millionaire But they don't realize where you came from I wonder if they really care or give a damnI 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