Where Do You Go To My Loveley Chords

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You talk likCe Marlene Dietrich aEmnd you dance like Zizi Jean-Maire G

Your clCothes are all made by Balmain and Emthere’s diamDmonds and pearls in your hair.

You liveC in a fancy apaEmrtment off the Boulevard St. MicheGl.

C Em

Where yoGu keep your Rolling Stones records and a friend of Sacha Distel.

You go tCo the Embassy partiesEm where you talk iDmn Russian and GreeGk.

And the young Cmen who move in your circles, they hang on every word that you speak. Yes

do.

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But wChere do you go to my loveEmly Dm G

when your alone in your bed.

CTell me the thoughts that surEmround you, I wDmant to look inside your Ghead, yes I do.

I’ve seeCn all your quaEmlifications ………. you goDmt from the SorbGonne.

And the paintiCng you stole from Picasso, YoEmur love leDmtters goes on and on G

When you go on youCr summer vacation, yoEmu go to Juan-Dmles-Pins. G

With you carefullCy designed topless swim suitEm

You get aDmn even sun tanG, on your back and on your legs.

C Em Dm

And wGhen the snow falls your found in St.Moritz, with the others of the jet set.

And you sip youCr Napoleon Brandy, bEmut you never getDm your lips wet. G

No you don’t

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But wChere do you go to my loveEmly…when Dmyour alone in your bed. G

CTell me the thoughts that surEmround you, I wDmant to look inside your Ghead, yes I do.

Your in beCtween twenty and thirty,Em a veryDm desirable agGe.

Your body Cis firm and invitEming, but you livDme on a glittering Gstage.

Yes you do, yes you do

Your name Cit, is heard in high placeEms. You knoDmw the Agha KhanG.

He senCt you a racehorse for ChristEmmas, and you keep Dmit just for fuGn,

For a laugh, aha aha

They say Cthat when you get marrieEmd, It will be Dmto a millionaGire.

But they don’t rCealize where you came froEmm and I wonder IDmf they really

Gcare, or giva a damn.

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But wChere do you go to my loveEmly…when Dmyour alone in your bed. G

CTell me the thoughts that surEmround you, I wDmant to look inside your Ghead, yes I do.

Ah, remCember the back streets of NaplesEm, two childDmren begging in ragsG.

Both toucChed with a burning ambition tEmo shake off their lowly-Dmborn tags.G

So they try.

So loCok into my face Marie-ClairEme and remembeDmr just who you are. G

Then go anCd forget me forever,Em

But I knoDmw you still bare the scGar, deep inside, yes you do.

I Cknow where you go to my lovelEmey… whenDm your alone in your bed. G

Slow down………………….

I Cknow the thoughts that surrounEmd you, cause I Dmcan look Ginside yourC head.

Repeat verse 1 and chorus to end