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  1. 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 st. michel
    where you keep your rolling stones records
    and a friend of sacha distel, yes you do.

    you go to the embassy parties
    where you talk in russian and greek
    and the young men who move in your circles
    they hang on every word you speak, yes they 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.

    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.

    and 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, no you don't.

    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.

    you're in between 20 and 30
    a very desirable age
    your body is firm and inviting
    but you live on a glittering stage, yes you do, yes you do.

    your name is heard in high places
    you know the aga khan
    he sent you a racehorse for christmas
    and you keep it just for fun, for a laugh ha-ha-ha

    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, or 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, yes i do.

    i remember the back streets of naples
    two children begging in rags
    both touched with a burning ambition
    to shake off their lowly-borne tags, 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

    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.

    wes anderson"ın hotel chevalier"de duymuştum. natalie portman"a ne de yakışıyor.
  2. wes anderson'ın kısa filmi olan hotel chevalier'in muhteşem soundtrack parçası ayrıca
  3. uçağın kalkmasını beklerken duydulduğunda "ya sen uçaksın ne yapıyorsun?" tepkisi verdiren, şirin mi şirin, danslı mı danslı şarkı. hepimiz de wes anderson sayesinde öğrenmişiz he*