These words are dredged up from my memory, so I wouldn’t swear to their absolute accuracy, but they're fairly close. You talk like Marlene Dietrich And you dance like Zizi Jeanmere (?) Your clothes are all made by Balmain And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair Yes there are You live in a fancy apartment Off the boulevard St Michel Where you keep your Rolling Stones records And your friends of Sacha Distel Yes you do But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Wont you tell me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head They say that when you get married It'll be to a millionaire But they don't realise where you came from And I wonder if they really care Or give a Damn I remember the back streets of Naples 2 childrens begging in rags Both touched with a burning ambition To throw off their lowly-born tags they tried 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
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