Biografía:
Peter Sarstedt es un cantautor ango-indio, conocido sobre todo por su canción "Where do you go to my lovely", que fue número uno en el Reino Unido, y que retrata las vivencias de una chica nacida en un entorno pobre que sin embargo llega a formar parte de la Jet-Set Europea. Otras exitosas canciones del autor fueron "Beirut", "Take Off Your Clothes", "I Am A Cathedral" y "Frozen Orange Juice".
En 2007 Wes Anderson utilizó "Where do you go to my lovely" para el cortometraje "Hotel Chevalier" y el largometraje "Viaje a Darjeeling"
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Where do you go to (my lovely)? Peter Sarstedt Time Signature 3/4
Intro: | C | C | Em | Em | F | F | G | G/F | G/E | G/D | C | C | C | C |
| C | C | Em | Em | F | F | G | G/F |
| C | C | Em | Em | F | F | G | G/F | G/E | G/D |
You talk like Marlene Dietrich, And you dance like Zizi Jean-Mare
Your clothes are all made by Balmain, And there`s diamonds and pearls in your hair
You live in a fancy apartment Of the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records And a friend of Sacha Distel
Chorus :52
C Em F G G/F
But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed
C Em F G G/F G/E G/D
Tell me the thoughts 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 painting 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-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 jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy But you never get your lips wet
Chorus 2:04
But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed
Won't tell me the thoughts that surround you? I want to look inside your head, yes I do
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 laugh haha
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, they give a damn
Chorus 3:00
I remember the back streets of Naples Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try
So look into my face Marie-Claire And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever Cause I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do
Chorus 3:57
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
Intro: | C | C | Em | Em | F | F | G | G/F | G/E | G/D | C | C | C | C |
| C | C | Em | Em | F | F | G | G/F |
| C | C | Em | Em | F | F | G | G/F | G/E | G/D |
You talk like Marlene Dietrich, And you dance like Zizi Jean-Mare
Your clothes are all made by Balmain, And there`s diamonds and pearls in your hair
You live in a fancy apartment Of the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records And a friend of Sacha Distel
Chorus :52
C Em F G G/F
But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed
C Em F G G/F G/E G/D
Tell me the thoughts 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 painting 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-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 jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy But you never get your lips wet
Chorus 2:04
But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed
Won't tell me the thoughts that surround you? I want to look inside your head, yes I do
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 laugh haha
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, they give a damn
Chorus 3:00
I remember the back streets of Naples Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try
So look into my face Marie-Claire And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever Cause I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do
Chorus 3:57
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
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