Where do you go to (Peter Sarstedt - 1969)

Listen and fill out the lyrics with the missing words.

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your are all made by Balmain
And there’s diamonds and pearls in your , yes they are.

You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do.

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the 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 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-Pins
With a carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your and on your .

And when the 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 wet, no you don't.


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 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


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

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

I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the that surround you
Because I can look inside your head.

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