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