Where Do You go to My Lovely
Peter Sarstedt
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|  | C | Em | 
| You | talk like Marlene | Dietrich | 
|  | F | G | 
| And you | dance like Zizi Jean | maire | 
|  | C | Em | 
| Your | clothes are all made by | Balmain | 
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| And there's | diamonds and pearls in your | hair |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
|  | C | Em | 
| You | live in a fancy a | ppartement | 
|  | F | G | 
| Of the | Boulevard of St. Mi | chel | 
|  | C | Em | 
| Where you | keep your Rolling Stones | records | 
|  | F | G |  | G/F |  | G/E |  | G/D | 
| And a | friend of Sacha Di | stel |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
|  | C | Em | 
| But | where do you go to my | lovely | 
|  | F | G | 
|  | When you're alone in your | bed | 
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|  | Tell me the thoughts that sur | round you | 
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| 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 |  | 
| 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 |  | 
 
| Your name is heard in high places |  | 
| 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, they give a damn |  | 
 
| 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 |  | 
  
 
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