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Peter Sarstedt

Where Do You Go To My Lovely

  60s  folk  singer-songwriter  british  rock
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You talk like Marlene DietrichAnd you dance like Zizi JeanmaireYour clothes are all made by BalmainAnd there`s diamonds and pearls in your hairYou live in a fancy apartmentOf the Boulevard of St. MichelWhere you keep your Rolling Stones recordsAnd a friend of Sacha DistelYou go to the embassy partiesWhere you talk in Russian and GreekAnd the young men who move in your circleThey hang on every word you speak, yes I do...But where do you go to my lovelyWhen you`re alone in your bedTell me the thoughts that surround youI want to look inside your head, yes I do...I`ve seen all your qualificationsYou got from the SorbonneAnd the painting you stole from PicassoYour loveliness goes on and on, yes it doesWhen you go on your summer vacationYou go to Juan-les-PinesWith your carefully designed topless swimsuitYou get an even suntan, on your back and on your legsWhen the snow falls you`re found in St. MoritzWith the others of the jet-setAnd you sip your Napoleon BrandyBut you never get your lips wetBut where do you go to my lovelyWhen you`re alone in your bed(Won`t you) Tell me the thoughts that surround youI want to look inside your head, yes I doYou`re in-between twenty an thirty -A very desirable ageYour body`s firm and invitingBut you live on a glittering stateYour name is heard in high placesYou know the Aga KhanHe sent you a racehorse for ChristmasAnd you keep it just for fun, for a laugh ahahaThey say that when you get marriedIt`ll be to a millionaireBut they don`t realize where you came fromAnd I wonder if they really care, they give a damnWhere do you go to my lovelyWhen you`re alone in your bedTell me the thoughts that surround youI want to look inside your headI remember the back streets of NaplesTwo children begging in ragsBoth touched with a burning ambitionTo shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they trySo look into my face Marie-ClaireAnd remember just who you areThen go and forget me foreverBut I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you doI know where you go to my lovelyWhen you`re alone in your bedI know the thoughts that surround you`Cause I can look inside your head

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