where do you go to   Peter Sarstedt

Subject: REQ: "Where do you go to my lovely" (help to finish)

Don't laugh, this was the first record I ever owned.

Can anyone help fill in the blanks on the lyrics? I've forgotten a
few since 1971 when I last heard it...

Where do you go to my lovely (Peter Sardstedt) [sp?]
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Chords are simply:

G / Bm / C / D /

You walk like Marleine Detrich
And you talk like Zizi Gomere [?]
Your clothes are all made by Belmont
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are
You live in a fancy apartment off the boulevard San Michelle
where you keep your Rolling Stones records and your friends of Sacha Distel
Ive 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
chrous 
Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, aha ha ha
you go to the embassy parties where you talk in Russian and Greek 
and the young men who move in your circles 
hang on every word that you speak yes they do yes they do 
Chorus Repeat
when you go on your summer vacation you go to Juan Le Pant 
with your carefully designed topless swim suit 
you get an even suntan, on your back, and on your legs.
And when the snow falls youre found in St Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
where/And you sip your Napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't
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 or 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-born tags, so they try yes they try
So look into my eyes Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you'll still bear the scars, deep inside yes you do
yes you do
Oh, 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.

Jim
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James Fryer
jim@truleigh.demon.co.uk
jim@cix.compulink.co.uk