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You talk like Marlene Dietrich and you dance like  Zizi Jean-Maire
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Your clothes are all made by Balmain and there’s diamonds and pearls in your hair.
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You live in a fancy apartment off the Boulevard St. Michel.
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        G
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records and a friend of Sacha Distel.
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You go to the Embassy parties where you talk in Russian and Greek.
              C
And the young men who move in your circles, they hang on every word that you speak. Yes 
do.

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But where do you go to my lovely…when your alone in your bed.
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Tell me the thoughts that surround you, I want to look inside your head, yes I do.
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I’ve seen all your qualifications ………. you got from the Sorbonne.
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And the painting you stole from Picasso, Your love letters goes on and on
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When you go on your summer vacation, you go to Juan-les-Pins.

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With you carefully designed topless swim suit
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You get an even sun tan, on your back and on your legs.
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     G
And when the snow falls your found in St.Moritz, with the others of the jet set.
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And you sip your Napoleon Brandy, but you never get your lips wet.
No you don’t

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But where do you go to my lovely…when your alone in your bed.
C                            Em            Dm                      G
Tell me the thoughts that surround you, I want to look inside your head, yes I do.

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Your in between twenty and thirty, a very desirable age.
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Your body is firm and inviting, but you live on a glittering stage.
Yes you do, yes you do
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Your name it, is heard in high places. You know the Agha Khan.
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He sent you a racehorse for Christmas, and you keep it just for fun,
For a laugh, aha aha
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They say that when you get married, It will be to a millionaire.
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But they don’t realize where you came from and I wonder If they really

G
care, or giva a damn.

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But where do you go to my lovely…when your alone in your bed.
C                            Em            Dm                      G
Tell me the thoughts that surround you, I want to look inside your head, yes I do.
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Ah, remember the back streets of Naples, two children begging in rags.
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Both touched with a burning ambition to shake off their lowly-born tags.
So they try.
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So look into my face Marie-Claire and remember just who you are.
          C                   Em
Then go and forget me forever,
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But I know you still bare the scar, deep inside, yes you do.
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 I know where you go to my loveley… when your alone in your bed.

                                                                 Slow down………………….
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I know the thoughts that surround you, cause I can look inside your head.