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Where Do You Go To My Loveley Peter Starstedt
You talk lik[C]e Marlene Dietrich a[Em]nd you dance like Zizi Jean-Maire [G]
Your cl[C]othes are all made by Balmain and [Em]there’s diam[Dm]onds and pearls in your hair.
You live[C] in a fancy apa[Em]rtment off the Boulevard St. Miche[G]l.
Where yo[G]u keep your Rolling Stones records and a friend of Sacha Distel.
You go t[C]o the Embassy parties[Em] where you talk i[Dm]n Russian and Gree[G]k.
And the young [C]men who move in your circles, they hang on every word that you speak. Yes
do.
Chorus
But w[C]here do you go to my love[Em]ly…when [Dm]your alone in your bed. [G]
[C]Tell me the thoughts that sur[Em]round you, I w[Dm]ant to look inside your [G]head, yes I do.
I’ve see[C]n all your qua[Em]lifications ………. you go[Dm]t from the Sorb[G]onne.
And the painti[C]ng you stole from Picasso, Yo[Em]ur love le[Dm]tters goes on and on [G]
When you go on you[C]r summer vacation, yo[Em]u go to Juan-[Dm]les-Pins. [G]
With you carefull[C]y designed topless swim suit[Em]
You get a[Dm]n even sun tan[G], on your back and on your legs.
And w[G]hen the snow falls your found in St.Moritz, with the others of the jet set.
And you sip you[C]r Napoleon Brandy, b[Em]ut you never get[Dm] your lips wet. [G]
No you don’t
Chorus
But w[C]here do you go to my love[Em]ly…when [Dm]your alone in your bed. [G]
[C]Tell me the thoughts that sur[Em]round you, I w[Dm]ant to look inside your [G]head, yes I do.
Your in be[C]tween twenty and thirty,[Em] a very[Dm] desirable ag[G]e.
Your body [C]is firm and invit[Em]ing, but you liv[Dm]e on a glittering [G]stage.
Yes you do, yes you do
Your name [C]it, is heard in high place[Em]s. You kno[Dm]w the Agha Khan[G].
He sen[C]t you a racehorse for Christ[Em]mas, and you keep [Dm]it just for fu[G]n,
For a laugh, aha aha
They say [C]that when you get marrie[Em]d, It will be [Dm]to a milliona[G]ire.
But they don’t r[C]ealize where you came fro[Em]m and I wonder I[Dm]f they really
[G]care, or giva a damn.
Chorus
But w[C]here do you go to my love[Em]ly…when [Dm]your alone in your bed. [G]
[C]Tell me the thoughts that sur[Em]round you, I w[Dm]ant to look inside your [G]head, yes I do.
Ah, rem[C]ember the back streets of Naples[Em], two child[Dm]ren begging in rags[G].
Both touc[C]hed with a burning ambition t[Em]o shake off their lowly-[Dm]born tags.[G]
So they try.
So lo[C]ok into my face Marie-Clair[Em]e and remembe[Dm]r just who you are. [G]
Then go an[C]d forget me forever,[Em]
But I kno[Dm]w you still bare the sc[G]ar, deep inside, yes you do.
I [C]know where you go to my lovel[Em]ey… when[Dm] your alone in your bed. [G]
Slow down………………….
I [C]know the thoughts that surroun[Em]d you, cause I [Dm]can look [G]inside your[C] head.
Repeat verse 1 and chorus to end
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