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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 you hair, yes there are
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the boulevard st. michel
Where you keep your rolling stones records
And a friend of sacha dispel, yes you do
You go the embassy parties
Where you talk in russian and greek
And the youngmen 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 parts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes i do
I've seen all your qualifications
You've got from the sorbonne
And the painting you stole from picasso
Your loveliness goed 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 jetset
And you sip your napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't
But where do you go to...
You're in between 20 and 30
A very desirable age
Your body firm and inviting
But you live on a glittering stage, yes you do, yes you do
You 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, just for a laugh, hahahaha
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...
I remember the back streets of napels
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly brown 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 scar, deep inside, yes you do
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
Hablas como Marlene Dietrich
Y bailar como Zizi Jeanmaire
Sus ropas están hechas por Balmain
Y no hay diamantes y perlas de tu cabello, sí existen
Usted vive en un apartamento de lujo
Fuera de la de San bulevar. michel
¿Dónde usted guarda sus Rolling Stones Records
Y un amigo de sacha disipar, sí lo hace
Usted va a las partes de la embajada
Cuando usted habla en ruso y griego
Y los youngmen que se mueven en los círculos
Cuelgan en cada palabra que dices, sí lo hacen
Pero, ¿dónde vas a mi preciosa
Cuando estás solo en tu cama
Dime las partes que te rodean
Quiero mirar dentro de tu cabeza, sí lo hago
He visto todas sus calificaciones
Hay que partir de la Sorbona
Y la pintura de Picasso que robaron
Su belleza goed una y otra vez, sí lo hace
Cuando usted va en sus vacaciones de verano
Vas a Juan-les-pinos
Con su traje de baño topless diseñado cuidadosamente
Usted obtiene un bronceado uniforme, en la espalda y en las piernas
Y cuando cae la nieve que está encontrado en St. Moritz
Con los demás de la jet set
Y disfrutar de su coñac Napoleón
Pero usted nunca consigue sus labios húmedos, no, no lo hacen
Pero, ¿dónde lo haces
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Peter Sarstedt
Where Do You Go To My Lovely
Where Do You Go To My Lovely
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 you hair, yes there are
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the boulevard st. michel
Where you keep your rolling stones records
And a friend of sacha dispel, yes you do
You go the embassy parties
Where you talk in russian and greek
And the youngmen 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 parts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes i do
I've seen all your qualifications
You've got from the sorbonne
And the painting you stole from picasso
Your loveliness goed 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 jetset
And you sip your napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't
But where do you go to...
You're in between 20 and 30
A very desirable age
Your body firm and inviting
But you live on a glittering stage, yes you do, yes you do
You 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, just for a laugh, hahahaha
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...
I remember the back streets of napels
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly brown 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 scar, deep inside, yes you do
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
Peter Sarstedt
Where Do You Go To My Lovely
Where Do You Go To My Lovely
Hablas como Marlene Dietrich
Y bailar como Zizi Jeanmaire
Sus ropas están hechas por Balmain
Y no hay diamantes y perlas de tu cabello, sí existen
Usted vive en un apartamento de lujo
Fuera de la de San bulevar. michel
¿Dónde usted guarda sus Rolling Stones Records
Y un amigo de sacha disipar, sí lo hace
Usted va a las partes de la embajada
Cuando usted habla en ruso y griego
Y los youngmen que se mueven en los círculos
Cuelgan en cada palabra que dices, sí lo hacen
Pero, ¿dónde vas a mi preciosa
Cuando estás solo en tu cama
Dime las partes que te rodean
Quiero mirar dentro de tu cabeza, sí lo hago
He visto todas sus calificaciones
Hay que partir de la Sorbona
Y la pintura de Picasso que robaron
Su belleza goed una y otra vez, sí lo hace
Cuando usted va en sus vacaciones de verano
Vas a Juan-les-pinos
Con su traje de baño topless diseñado cuidadosamente
Usted obtiene un bronceado uniforme, en la espalda y en las piernas
Y cuando cae la nieve que está encontrado en St. Moritz
Con los demás de la jet set
Y disfrutar de su coñac Napoleón
Pero usted nunca consigue sus labios húmedos, no, no lo hacen
Pero, ¿dónde lo haces
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
