You

talk

like

Mar-

len-

e

Die-

trich

And

you

dance

like

Zi-

zi

Jean-

maire

Your

clothes

are

all

made

by

Bal-

main

And

there's

dia-

monds

and

pearls

in

your

hair,

yes,

there

are

You

live

in

a

fan-

cy

a-

part-

ment

Off

the

Bou-

le-

vard

St.

Mi-

chel

Where

you

keep

your

Roll-

ing

Stones

rec-

ords

And

a

friend

of

Sa-

cha

Dis-

tel,

yes,

you

do

You

go

to

the

em-

bas-

sy

par--

ties,

Where

you

speak

in

Rus-

sian

and

Greek,

When

the

young

men

that

move

in

your

cir-

cles,

They

hang

on

every

word

that

you

speak,

Yes,

you

do

But

where

do

you

go

to,

my

love-

ly

When

you're

a-

lone

in

your

bed?

Tell

me

the

thoughts

that

sur-

round

you

I

want

to

look

in-

side

your

head,

yes,

I

do

I've

seen

all

your

qua-

li-

fi-

ca-

tions

That

you

got

from

the

Sor-

bonne

And

the

paint-

ing

you

stole

from

Pi-

casso

Your

love-

li-

ness

goes

on

and

on,

yes,

it

does

When

you

go

on

your

sum-

mer

va-

ca-

tion

You

go

to

Ju-

an-

les-

Pins

With

your

care-

ful-

ly

de-

signed

top-

less

swim-

suit

You

get

an

e-

ven

sun-

tan

on

your

back,

and

on

your

legs

And

when

the

snow

falls

you're

found

in

St.

Mo-

ritz

With

the

oth-

ers

of

the

jet

set

And

you

sip

your

Na-

po-

le-

on

bran-

dy

But

you

nev-

er

get

your

lips

wet,

no,

you

don't

But

where

do

you

go

to,

my

love-

ly

When

you're

a-

lone

in

your

bed?

Won't

you

tell

me

the

thoughts

that

sur-

round

you

I

want

to

look

in-

side

your

head,

yes,

I

do

You're

in

be-

tween

twen-

ty

and

thir-

ty

That's

a

ve-

ry

de-

si-

ra-

ble

age

Your

bo-

dy

is

firm

and

in-

vi-

ting

But

you

live

on

a

glit-

ter-

ing

stage,

yes

you

do,

yes

you

do

Your

name

it

is

heard

in

high

pla-

ces

You

know

the

A-

ga

Khan

He

sent

you

a

race

horse

for

Christ-

mas

And

you

keep

it

just

for

fun,

for

a

laugh,

ha-

ha-

ha

They

say

that

when

you

get

mar-

ried

It-

'll

be

to

a

mil-

li-

on-

aire

But

they

don't

re-

a-

lize

where

you

came

from

And

I

won-

der

if

they

real-

ly

care,

or

give

a

damn

But

where

do

you

go

to,

my

love-

ly

When

you're

a-

lone

in

your

bed?

Won't

you

tell

me

the

thoughts

that

sur-

round

you

I

want

to

look

in-

side

your

head,

yes,

I

do

I

re-

mem-

ber

the

back

streets

of

Na-

ples

Two

chil-

dren

beg-

ging

in

rags

Both

touched

with

a

bur-

ning

am-

bi-

tion

To

shake

off

their

low-

ly

born

tags,

so

they

tried

So

look

in-

to

my

face,

Mar-

ie-

Claire

And

re-

mem-

ber

just

who

you

are

Then

go

and

forg-

et

me

for-

ev-

er

But

I

know

you

still

bear

the

scar,

deep

in-

side

I

know

where

you

go

to,

my

love-

ly

When

you're

a-

lone

in

your

bed

I

know

the

thoughts

that

sur-

round

you

'Cause

I

can

look

in-

side

your

head