Sex scene turns into Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)


I’ve been watching limited downloads file in the net and I found this Hotel Chevalier clip, played by Natalie Portman and Jason Schwarztman. The scene is not so good, but the fact that Natalie Portman is naked on film – well, it can waste your time. Many critics says that the film is good but I am not convince to search the full version. What catches my attention was the soundtracks of the scene where Natalie and Jason were about to make it with intense act and lots of breathing. – And this string of guitar slowly fading in “Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)” by Peter Sarstedt.

Yes! Where Do You Go To (My Lovely) is the song written by Peter Sarstedt in 1969. As I first heard it, It really made me think-deep (which I don’t usually do). I am very curious about whats the Artist wants to say in the Lyrics, it seems ambitious, struggles and luxuries are the themes but I am not sure whats the message behind – I am not good at. Here’s the video and the Lyrics for your turn – ENjoY!

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-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?
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, 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, yes they try.
So look in 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.

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