irgendwo im Karma
Früher dachte ich
kraft | coke | zucker
Heute weiß ich dijon | wein | pfeffer
Kaffee trinken 50,- | Essen gehen 100,- | Schwiegersohn spielen 1500,- | sonstiges auf Anfrage.
Where do you go to my lovely? 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 | Of 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 | | 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 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 (Peter Sarstedt)