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 appartement…
Off the Boulevard of St. Michel.
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records…
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.
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