Peter Sarstedt - Where do you go to my loveley

You talk lik^Fe Marlene Dietrich a^Amnd you dance like Zizi Jean-Maire ^C Your cl^Fothes are all made by Balmain and ^Amthere’s di^Gmamonds and pearls in your hair. You live^F in a fancy apa^Amrtment off the Boulevard St. Miche^Cl. F Am Where yo^Cu keep your Rolling Stones records and a friend of Sacha Distel. You go t^Fo the Embassy parties^Am where you talk i^Gmn Russian and Gree^Ck. And the young ^Fmen who move in your circles, they hang on every word that you speak. Yes do.

But w^Fhere do you go to my love^Amly…whe^Gmn your alone in your bed^C. ^FTell me the thoughts that sur^Amround you, I w^Gmant to look inside your ^Chead, yes I do. I’ve s^Feen all your q^Amualifications ………^Gm. you got from ^Cthe Sorbonne. And the painti^Fng you stole from Picasso, Yo^Amur love le^Gmtters goes on and on ^C When you go on you^Fr summer vacation, yo^Amu go to Juan-^Gmles-Pins. ^C

With you carefull^Fy designed topless swim suit^Am You get a^Gmn even sun tan^C, on your back and on your legs. F Am Gm And w^Chen the snow falls your found in St.Moritz, with the others of the jet set. And you sip you^Fr Napoleon Brandy, b^Amut you never get^Gm your lips wet. ^C No you don’t

But w^Fhere do you go to my love^Amly…whe^Gmn your alone in your bed^C. ^FTell me the thoughts that sur^Amround you, I w^Gmant to look inside your ^Chead, yes I do.

Your in be^Ftween twenty and thirty,^Am a very^Gm desirable ag^Ce. Your body ^Fis firm and invit^Aming, but you liv^Gme on a glittering ^Cstage. Yes you do, yes you do Your name ^Fit, is heard in high place^Ams. You kno^Gmw the Agha Khan^C. He sen^Ft you a racehorse for Christ^Ammas, and you keep ^Gmit just for fu^Cn, For a laugh, aha aha They say ^Fthat when you get marrie^Amd, It will be ^Gmto a milliona^Cire. But they don’t^F realize where you came f^Amrom and I wonder^Gm If they really

^Ccare, or giva a damn. Chorus But w^Fhere do you go to my love^Amly…whe^Gmn your alone in your bed^C. ^FTell me the thoughts that sur^Amround you, I w^Gmant to look inside your ^Chead, yes I do. Ah, rem^Fember the back streets of Naples^Am, two child^Gmren begging in rags^C. Both touc^Fhed with a burning ambition t^Amo shake off their lowly-^Gmborn tags.^C So they try. So lo^Fok into my face Marie-Clair^Ame and remembe^Gmr just who you are. ^C Then go an^Fd forget me forever,^Am But I kno^Gmw you still bare the sc^Car, deep inside, yes you do. I ^Fknow where you go to my lovel^Amey… wh^Gmen your alone in your bed^C.

I ^Fknow the thoughts that surroun^Amd you, cause I ^Gmcan look ^Cinside your^F head.