Who knows the Chinese lyrics of the interlude in "Hotel Chevalier"?

You say you look like Marlene Dietrich

Dance like you to Jean Mel

Your clothes all speak Balmain

There are diamonds and pearls in your

Hair is there

You live in a fantasy apartment

From the boulevards of Mont Saint-Michel

Before you will be a Rolling Stone record

And friend Sasha Distel is you

But if you go my lovely

When you Alone in your bed

Telling my thoughts around you

I want to see what's inside your head

I've seen all your qualifications

You from the Sorbonne

And you stole paintings from Picasso

Your cuteness followed with it

When Feng went to oil for the summer vacation

You go to Juan Le Pan

Your carefidly designed swimsuits

You even show off your back

Your legs

When the snow belongs to you you discover

St. Moritz

With other jet sets

You sip your Napoleon brandy

But you never let your lips get wet without you

No

But if you go my lovely

When you are alone in your bed

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Won't tell my thoughts that surround you

I want to see the inside of your head with me

Your name is heard high in the place

You know the Aga Khan

He sent you a horse race for Christmas

And you kept it just for fun and a laugh

A ha, Ha, ha

They say when you get married

You'll be a millionaire

But they don't know you're from

I Don't know if they really care or don't care

If you go to my lovely

When you're alone in your bed

Tell me what's on my mind, surround you

I want to see me inside your head

I remember going back to the streets of Naples

Two children begging in rags

Both spoke of burning ambition

to shed their low birthmarks so that

they tried

so consider my face Marie Claire

And remember who you were just now

And then forget about me forever

But I know you still bear deep scars

You are inside

I know if you go my lovely

When you are alone in your bed

I know the thoughts that surround you

Cause me I can look inside your head