Where Do You Go To (My Lovely) - Peter Sarstedt
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you talk like marlene dietrich
and you dance like zizi jean-maire
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 saint-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 yon go oil your summer vacation
you go to juan-les-pins
with your carefidly designed topless swimsuit
you get an even suntan on your back and
on your legs
and when the snow falls you're found in
saint 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
won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you
i want to look inside your head yes i do
your name it 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
a-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
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-born tags so
they try
so took 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
(na na-na-na na na-na-na na-na na na na na)
(na na-na-na na na-na-na na-na na na na na)
http://www.douban.com/review/1311456/
2008-02-24 12:14:25 来自: NIN (洛阳)
Hotel Chevalier / 骑士酒店的评论 
你一定也有过类似的经历。或者会有。
你独自一人待在酒店的房间里，穿着睡衣百无聊赖地躺在床上。那是一张双人床，米黄色的床单上凌乱地扔着几本书、几盘CD，你靠在床头的一侧，翻看着报纸，电视里的老电影自意地播放着。
这 时电话响了，你在猜会是谁？一个熟悉的声音响起，她的面孔立刻浮现在你的眼前，比电话里的声音还要清晰。她说她刚下飞机，正在去你下榻酒店的路上，前台不 告诉你的房间号码，所以她特意打来问你。你面无表情地喘息，尽量不带任何情绪地说了那个号码。她告诉你，一个小时后到。
挂下电话后，你开始慌乱地整理四处的衣物，为她放了满浴缸的洗澡水。你看了下镜子里的自己，然后开始镇定下来。你把房间的大灯关上，台灯打开，昏黄又不失温馨。你从纸箱中拿出一瓶葡萄酒，放在钢琴的一侧。你关上电视，在iPod里选好一首歌准备着，并试听了半分钟。
哦对了，她是你往昔的恋人，你仍会时常想起的那个人，即使你已对生活失去了多半的热情。另外，建议你选Peter Sarstedt的那首《Where Do You Go To My Lovely?》。
剩下的时间，你穿好西服靠在床头安静地等待。
你听到了敲门声，在开门的前一秒钟你打开了音乐。门开了，她微笑着站在你面前，你看到她身里捧着的鲜花，你看到她挂在脸上隐约的微笑。在你和她凝视的同时，音乐响起:“你的谈吐像马琳·黛德丽，你的舞姿像纪姬·江美荷...”
“这是什么歌？”她微笑着言语，你微笑着耸了耸肩。她走了进来，把鲜花递给你，向前拥吻。你把头侧了过去，一个短短的拥抱。
你问她怎么找到你的，她说其实并不是很难找。然后她开始观察你的房间，她触碰每一样饰品的同时都会抬起头来看你，仿佛那些饰品和你的情谊有着千丝万缕的联系，或者，只是正和她的品位。
她环视着走到浴室，问你是否要洗澡，你说水是为她放的。那首歌还在唱。她问你在这个宾馆待了多久？你说超过一个月了，她问你还要待多久？你反问道她要待多久？她说，明天早上走。
这时，她走到床边，走向你。她又问你不觉得该回家了吗？你是在躲我吗？你说，我以为已经躲过了。你和她同时仰卧在床上，扭过头来看着对方。
门铃响了，你起身看门，服务生推着餐车走了进来，前面还插着一朵红玫瑰。她也走过来，问是否有血腥玛丽，你告诉服务生要两杯血腥玛丽。
在服务生关门的那一刻，你和她开始亲吻，然后转身走到床边。她仰卧在床上，把腿抬到你的肩上，你脱下了她的长靴...
她问你有没有和别人上床？
她说如果我们做爱，明天我会觉得很难受
她说我爱你
她说我从没想伤害你
你问她，想从我这里看看巴黎吗？
那首歌再次响起，“你的谈吐像马琳·黛德丽，你的舞姿像纪姬·江美荷，你的衣服是巴尔曼订做的，你的发间埋着钻石和珍珠...”
你为她披上睡衣，掀起窗帘，搂着她的腰站在阳台上。
片刻之后，你们又回了卧室，只剩下窗外巴黎的夜景，和屋内传出的那首歌。
