Karaoké Where Do You Go to My Lovely Nathan Carter

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 hair yes there are

You live in a fancy apartment off the Boulevard of Saint Michel

Where you keep your Rolling Stones records

And a friend of Sacha

Distel yes you do

But where do you go to my lovely when you're alone in your bed

Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you

I want to look inside your head yes I do

I've seen all your qualifications you got from the Sorbonne

And the painting you stole from Picasso

Your loveliness goes on and on yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation you go to Juan-les-Pines

With your carefully designed topless swimsuit

You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs

But 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 head yes I do

I remember the back streets of Naples two children begging in rags

Both touched by a burning ambition

To shake off their lowly brown tags so they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire

And remember just who you are

Then go and forget me forever but I know you still bear the scar deep inside yes you do

But 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 head yes I do

But where do you go to my lovely when you're alone in your bed

Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you

I want to look inside your head yes I do