Peter Sarstedt - Where Do You Go To My Lovely

You ^Ctalk like Marlene ^EmDietrich And you ^Fdance like Zizi Jean^Gmaire Your ^Cclothes are all made by ^EmBalmain And there`s ^Fdiamonds and pearls in your ^Ghair^G/F, ^G/E, ^G/D

You ^Clive in a fancy a^Emppartement Of the ^FBoulevard of St. Mi^Gchel Where you ^Ckeep your Rolling Stones ^Emrecords And a ^Ffriend of Sacha Di^Gstel^G/F, ^G/E, ^G/D

But ^Cwhere do you go to my ^Emlovely ^FWhen you're alone in your ^Gbed ^CTell me the thoughts that sur^Emround you I ^Fwant to look inside your ^Ghead^G/F, ^G/E, ^G/D

I've ^Cseen all your qualifi^Emcations You got ^Ffrom the Sor^Gbonne And the ^Cpainting you stole from ^EmPicasso Your love^Fliness goes on and ^Gon, yes it does

When ^Cyou go on your summer va^Emcation You go ^Fto Juan-les-^GPines With your ^Ccarefully designed topless ^Emswimsuit ^FYou get an even sun^Gtan, on your back and on your legs

When the ^Csnow falls you're found in St. ^EmMoritz With the ^Fothers of the ^Gjet-set And you ^Csip your Napoleon ^EmBrandy But you ^Fnever get your lips ^Gwet

But ^Cwhere do you go to my ^Emlovely ^FWhen you're alone in your ^Gbed ^CTell me the thoughts that sur^Emround you I ^Fwant to look inside your ^Ghead, yes I do^G/F, ^G/E, ^G/D

Your ^Cname is heard in high ^Emplaces You ^Fknow the Aga ^GKhan He ^Csent you a racehorse for ^EmChristmas And you ^Fkeep it just for ^Gfun, for a laugh haha

They ^Csay that when you get ^Emmarried It'll ^Fbe to a millio^Gnaire But they ^Cdon't realize where you ^Emcame from And I ^Fwonder if they really ^Gcare, they give a damn

But ^Cwhere do you go to my ^Emlovely ^FWhen you're alone in your ^Gbed ^CTell me the thoughts that sur^Emround you I ^Fwant to look inside your ^Ghead^G/F, ^G/E, ^G/D

I re^Cmember the back streets of ^EmNaples Two ^Fchildren begging in ^Grags Both ^Ctouched with a burning am^Embition To sha^Fke off their lowly brown ^Gtags, yes they try

So ^Clook into my face ^EmMarie-Claire And re^Fmember just who you ^Gare Then ^Cgo and forget me fo^Emrever `Cause I ^Fknow you still bear the ^Gscar, deep inside, yes you do

I ^Cknow where you go to my ^Emlovely ^FWhen you're alone in your ^Gbed I ^Cknow the thoughts that sur^Emround you ^F`Cause I can look inside your ^Ghead