Biografia:
Peter Sarstedt (aka Peter Eardley Sarstedt[1] born 12 December 1942, in Delhi, Northern India[2][3]) is a singer-songwriter.
He is probably best known for his 1969, UK number one hit, "Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)" about a poor-born girl who becomes a member of the jet-set. The song was awarded the 1969 Ivor Novello Award, (together with David Bowie's "Space Oddity"). Other Sarstedt songs include "Beirut", "Take Off Your Clothes" and "Frozen Orange Juice" (UK #10 in 1969).
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You talk like Marlene Dietrich
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And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
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Your clothes are all made by Balmain
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And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are
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You live in a fancy apartment
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Off the Boulevard St. Michel
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Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
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And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do
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You go to the embassy parties
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Where you talk in Russian and Greek
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And the young men who move in your circles
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They hang on every word you speak, yes they do
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But where do you go to my lovely
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When you're alone in your bed?
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Tell me the thoughts that surround you
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I want to look inside your head, yes I do
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I've seen all your qualifications
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You got from the Sorbonne
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And the painting you stole from Picasso
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Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does
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When you go on your summer vacation
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You go to Juan-les-Pins
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With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
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You get an even suntan on your back, and on your legs
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And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
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With the others of the jet set
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And you sip your Napoleon brandy
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But you never get your lips wet, no you don't
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But where do you go to my lovely
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When you're alone in your bed?
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Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you?
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I want to look inside your head, yes I do
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You're in between twenty and thirty
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That's a very desirable age
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Your body is firm and inviting
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But you live on a glittering stage, yes you do, yes you do
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Your name is heard in high places
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You know the Aga Khan
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He sent you a race horse for Christmas
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And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, ha-ha-ha
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They say that when you get married
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It'll be to a millionaire
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But they don't realize where you came from
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And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn
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But where do you go to my lovely
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When you're alone in your bed?
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Tell me the thoughts that surround you
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I want to look inside your head, yes I do
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I remember the back streets of Naples:
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Two children begging in rags
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Both touched with a burning ambition
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To shake off their lowly-born tags, they tried
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So look into my face, Marie-Claire
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And remember just who you are
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Then go and forget me forever
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But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside
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I know where you go to my lovely
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When you're alone in your bed
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I know the thoughts that surround you
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Cause I can look inside your head
You talk like Marlene Dietrich
Dm G
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
C Em
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
Dm G F Em G
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are
C Em
You live in a fancy apartment
Dm G
Off the Boulevard St. Michel
C Em
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
Dm G F Em G
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do
C Em
You go to the embassy parties
Dm G
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
C Em
And the young men who move in your circles
Dm G F Em G
They hang on every word you speak, yes they do
C Em
But where do you go to my lovely
F G
When you're alone in your bed?
C Em
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
F G F Em G
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
C Em
I've seen all your qualifications
Dm G
You got from the Sorbonne
C Em
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Dm G F Em G
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does
C Em
When you go on your summer vacation
Dm G
You go to Juan-les-Pins
C Em
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
Dm G F Em G
You get an even suntan on your back, and on your legs
C Em
And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
Dm G
With the others of the jet set
C Em
And you sip your Napoleon brandy
Dm G F Em G
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't
C Em
But where do you go to my lovely
F G
When you're alone in your bed?
C Em
Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you?
F G F Em G
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
C Em
You're in between twenty and thirty
Dm G
That's a very desirable age
C Em
Your body is firm and inviting
Dm G F Em G
But you live on a glittering stage, yes you do, yes you do
C Em
Your name is heard in high places
Dm G
You know the Aga Khan
C Em
He sent you a race horse for Christmas
Dm G F Em G
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, ha-ha-ha
C Em
They say that when you get married
Dm G
It'll be to a millionaire
C Em
But they don't realize where you came from
Dm G F Em G
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn
C Em
But where do you go to my lovely
F G
When you're alone in your bed?
C Em
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
F G F Em G
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
C Em
I remember the back streets of Naples:
Dm G
Two children begging in rags
C Em
Both touched with a burning ambition
Dm G F Em G
To shake off their lowly-born tags, they tried
C Em
So look into my face, Marie-Claire
Dm G
And remember just who you are
C Em
Then go and forget me forever
Dm G F Em G
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside
C Em
I know where you go to my lovely
F G
When you're alone in your bed
C Em
I know the thoughts that surround you
F G F Em G
Cause I can look inside your head
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