Where Do You Go to
Peter Sarstedt Lyrics

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
Your way of speaking is similar to the legendary German actress Marlene Dietrich

And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your dancing style is similar to Zizi Jeanmaire, a French ballerina and cabaret artist

Your clothes are all made by Balmain
You wear luxury clothing made by Balmain, a high-end fashion brand

And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes, there are
You adorn your hair with expensive jewels like diamonds and pearls

You live in a fancy apartment
You reside in an elegant and luxurious apartment

Off the Boulevard St. Michel
Your apartment is located near Boulevard St. Michel, a famous street in Paris

Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
You have a collection of The Rolling Stones' albums at home

And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes, you do
You are personally acquainted with Sacha Distel, a French singer and songwriter

But where do you go to, my lovely
I am curious about the whereabouts of your inner self, my dear

When you're alone in your bed?
When you are in solitude, where does your mind wander?

Tell me the thoughts that surround you
Share with me your innermost thoughts and emotions

I want to look inside your head, yes, I do
I am yearning to gain insight into your inner world

You got from the Sorbonne
You have educational qualifications from Sorbonne, a prestigious university in Paris

And the painting you stole from Picasso
You acquired a painting that was originally painted by Pablo Picasso, perhaps through illegitimate means

Your loveliness goes on and on, yes, it does
Your beauty and charm are truly everlasting

When you go on your summer vacation
During your summer holiday

You go to Juan-les-Pins
You travel to Juan-les-Pins, a luxurious resort town in the south of France

With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You wear a custom-made swimsuit that exposes your torso

You get an even suntan on your back, and on your legs
You make sure you have an equally distributed tan on your back and legs

And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
In winter, you can be found in St. Moritz, a winter sports destination in Switzerland

With the others of the jet set
You spend time with other wealthy and famous people who travel by private jet

And you sip your Napoleon brandy
You drink Napoleon brandy, an expensive and luxurious type of brandy

But you never get your lips wet, no, you don't
You never actually drink the brandy, despite having it in your hand

Your name it is heard in high places
You are known and spoken of among people of high society and status

You know the Aga Khan
You are personally acquainted with the Aga Khan, a wealthy and influential Muslim leader

He sent you a race horse for Christmas
The Aga Khan gave you a race horse as a Christmas present

And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, ha-ha-ha
You keep the horse as a source of amusement and entertainment

They say that when you get married
There is talk that you will get married at some point

It'll be to a millionaire
You are expected to marry someone who is a millionaire or billionaire

But they don't realize where you came from
They are unaware of your humble beginnings and background

And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn
I question whether they truly care or are interested in your past

I remember the back streets of Naples
I recall the narrow and impoverished roads of Naples

Two children begging in rags
I remember two young children who were very poor and wore shabby clothing

Both touched with a burning ambition
Despite their poverty, both these children had aspirations and big dreams

To shake off their lowly-born tags, they tried
They tried to rise above their impoverished background and social status

So look into my face, Marie-Claire
Direct your attention to me, Marie-Claire

And remember just who you are
Remind yourself of your true identity and roots

Then go and forget me forever
After reminiscing about your past, move on from me and never look back

But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes, you do
I can sense that even though you have moved on, there is still a part of you that carries the wounds of your past

I know where you go to, my lovely
I know where you escape inwardly, my dear

When you're alone in your bed
When you are in solitude and free to embrace your innermost thoughts and emotions

I know the thoughts that surround you
I am aware of the mental and emotional baggage you carry

'Cause I can look inside your head
I have the ability to understand you on a deeper level

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Repetitive sounds that serve as a refrain and are not intended to convey any particular meaning

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Repetitive sounds that serve as a refrain and are not intended to convey any particular meaning