Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)
Peter SarstedtVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Chords:
You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jean-Mare (perhaps this name is not spelled right)
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there`s diamonds and pearls in your hair
You live in a fancy appartement
Of the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surrond you
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
You go to Juan-les-Pines
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
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surrond you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for chistmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh haha
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
Where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surrond you
I want to look inside your head
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 surrond you
`Cause I can look inside your head
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Readable chord sheet for Where Do You Go To (My Lovely) by Peter Sarstedt
[G] [G] [Em] [Em] [C] [C] [D] [D] [G] [G] [Em] [Em] [C] [C] [D] [D] [C] [D/B] [D/A] Chords: You talk like Marlene Dietrich And you dance like Zizi Jean-Mare (perhaps this name is not spelled right) Your clothes are all made by Balmain And there`s diamonds and pearls in your hair You live in a fancy appartement Of the Boulevard of St. Michel Where you keep your Rolling Stones records And a friend of Sacha Distel But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Tell me the thoughts that surrond you 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 You go to Juan-les-Pines 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 But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Tell me the thoughts that surrond you I want to look inside your head, yes I do Your name is heard in high places You know the Aga Khan He sent you a racehorse for chistmas And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh haha 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 Where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Tell me the thoughts that surrond you I want to look inside your head 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 surrond you `Cause I can look inside your head