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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?]
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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
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James Fryer
jim@truleigh.demon.co.uk
jim@cix.compulink.co.uk