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From: cseb@frodo.lfi.uni-hannover.de (Christian Sebeke)
Subject: Where Do You Go To My Lovely (chopro)
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Date: Wed, 16 Sep 1992 15:31:07 GMT
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Hello again.

Here is the chopro version:
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{title:Where Do You Go To My Lovely}
{st:Peter Sarstedt}
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You [C]talk like Marlene [Em]Dietrich
And you [F]dance like Zizi Jean[G]maire
Your [C]clothes are all made by [Em]Balmain
And there`s [F]diamonds and pearls in your [G]hair___[G/F]___[G/E]___[G/D]

You [C]live in a fancy a[Em]ppartement
Of the [F]Boulevard of St. Mi[G]chel
Where you [C]keep your Rolling Stones [Em]records
And a [F]friend of Sacha Di[G]stel___[G/F]___[G/E]___[G/D]

   But [C]where do you go to my [Em]lovely
   [F]When you're alone in your [G]bed
   [C]Tell me the thoughts that sur[Em]round you
   I [F]want to look inside your [G]head___[G/F]___[G/E]___[G/D]

I've 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

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs 

When the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet

   But where do you go to my lovely
   When you're alone in your bed
   Tell me the thoughts that surround you
   I want to look inside your head, yes I do

Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for chistmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh haha

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, they give a damn

   Where do you go to my lovely
   When you're alone in your bed
   Tell me the thoughts that surround you
   I want to look inside your head

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
`Cause I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do

   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
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Christian Sebeke, Univ. Hannover/LFI, Schneiderberg 32, D-3000 Hannover 1                             Tel: +49 511 762 5035                    sebeke@frodo.lfi.uni-hannover.de