Where do you go to my lovely when you are alone in your bed... Catalina loves this song. The very first time she heard this song was watching Hotel Chevalier, a short of one heartbreaking history of love and the prologue of the travel told in The Darjeeling Limited.
I love this lyrics, it´s suposed to be Sofia Loren.
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
You live in a fancy appartementOf the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones record
And a friend of Sacha Distel
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
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
When the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet
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
Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for chistmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh haha
They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, they give a damn
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
I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try
So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
'Cause I know you still bearthe scar, deep inside, yes you do
I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head
I love this song!!!!
ReplyDeleteI know it.
ReplyDeleteYou 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
You live in a fancy appartement
Of the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel
Hey, first time visiting your sweet blog!
ReplyDeleteI love this song, my brother Michel told me about it three years ago, somewhat like this: "Hey, what, they're is a label called Balmain so very popular again right now? There was a guy singin a beautiful song about it and some hot chicks..." (original quoting) Okaaayyy, so I was searching this song for him all over the internet and felt in love as well...
I couldn't leave you a comment with my main blog www.modediktat.de since it's not at blogspot so I'm leaving about my private blog which was dedicated to my sister.
Have a nice weekend!!
xoxo, Sofie
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh Catalina!
ReplyDeleteI love this song ! Great blog !
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