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 St. Michel

Where you keep your Rolling Stones records

And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes, you 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-Pins

With your carefully designed topless swimsuit

You get an even suntan on your back, and on your legs

And when…