Where do you go to (my lovely)? Peter Sarstedt Time Signature 3/4 Intro: | C| (x32010@1)C| (x32010@1)Em| (022000@1)Em| (022000@1)F| (133211@1)F| (133211@1)G| (320003@1)G/F| (120003@1)G/E| (020003@1)G/D| (4x3121@7)C| (x32010@1)C| (x32010@1)C| (x32010@1)C| (x32010@1) | C| (x32010@1)C| (x32010@1)Em| (022000@1)Em| (022000@1)F| (133211@1)F| (133211@1)G| (320003@1)G/F| (120003@1)| C| (x32010@1)C| (x32010@1)Em| (022000@1)Em| (022000@1)F| (133211@1)F| (133211@1)G| (320003@1)G/F| (120003@1)G/E| (020003@1)G/D| (4x3121@7) You talk like Marlene Dietrich, And you dance like Zizi Jean-Mare Your clothes are all made by Balmain, And there`s diamonds and pearls in your hair You live in a fancy apartment Of the Boulevard of St. Michel Where you keep your Rolling Stones records And a friend of Sacha Distel Chorus :52 C (x32010@1) Em (022000@1) F (133211@1) G (320003@1) G/FBut (120003@1)where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed C (x32010@1) Em (022000@1) F (133211@1) G (320003@1) G/F (120003@1)G/E (020003@1)G/DTell (4x3121@7)me the thoughts that surround you I want to look inside your head, yes I do 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 And 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 Chorus 2:04 But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed Won't 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 Christmas 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 Chorus 3:00 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 Chorus 3:57 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