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A-Z (artist name) of Guitar Tab Click HERE for an easy print version of sarstedt peter - where do you go to guitar chords ################################################################ # The following is the author's own interpretation of the song # # to be used for studying or private use only. Downloaded from # # www.TabGuitarLessons.com. FREE GUITAR SOFTWARE + LOTS MORE! # # Home of the 60 minute fretboard memory technique. You'll # # memorise ALL the notes and positions on the fretboard in 60 # # minutes or less. visit www.TabGuitarLessons.com today. # ################################################################ From: jim@truleigh.demon.co.uk (James Fryer) Subject: REQ: "Where do you go to my lovely" (help to finish) Don't laugh, this was the first record I ever owned. Can anyone help fill in the blanks on the lyrics? I've forgotten a few since 1971 when I last heard it... Where do you go to my lovely (Peter Sardstedt) [sp?] ---------------------------------------------- Chords are simply: G / Bm / C / D / You walk like Marleine Detrich And you talk like Zizi Gomere [?] Your clothes are all made by Belmont And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are [half a verse missing here] Chorus: 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. [half a verse missing here, ending in the line:] Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does Your name is heard in high places You're a friend of the Aga Khan He sent you a racehorse for Christmas And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, aha ha ha [I may have these two half-verses transposed] Chorus Repeat [Half a verse about summer holidays missing, ending in the line:] And you get an even suntan, on your back, and on your legs. And in winter you go to 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 Chorus Repeat Oh, remember the back streets of Naples Two children begging in rags Both touched with a burning ambition To shake off their lowly-born tags, and they tried So look into my eyes Marie-Claire And remember just who you are Then go and forget me forever But I know you'll still bear the scars, deep inside Last Chorus: Oh, 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. Jim -- James Fryer jim@truleigh.demon.co.uk jim@cix.compulink.co.uk |