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Peter Sarstedt – Where Do You Go To My Lovely lyrics

You talk like Marlene Dietrich

And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire

Your clothes are all made by Balmain

And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are.

You live in a fancy apartment

Off the Boulevard of St. Michel

Where you keep your Rolling Stones records

And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do .

You go to the embassy parties

Where you talk in Russian and Greek

And the young men who move in your circles

They hang on every word you speak, yes they do.

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.

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, no you don't.

But where do you go to my lovely

When you're alone in your bed

would you Tell me the thoughts that surround you

I want to look inside your head, yes I do.

You're in between 20 and 30

A very desirable age

Your body is firm and inviting

But you live on a glittering stage, yes you do, yes you 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 ha-ha-ha

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

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.

I remember the back streets of Naples

Two children begging in rags

Both touched with a burning ambition

To shake off their lowly-borne tags. they try

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Category: Forex

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