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Tall an' tan an' young an' lovely |
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The girl from Ipanema goes walking |
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And when she passes, each one she passes goes, aah! |
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When she walks she's like a samba |
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That swings so cool and sways so gentle |
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That when she passes, each one she passes goes, aah! |
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Ooh, but I watch her so sadly how can I tell her, I love her |
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Yes, I would give my heart gladly |
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But each day when she walks to the sea |
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She looks straight ahead not at me |
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Tall an' tan an' young an' lovely |
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The girl from Ipanema goes walking |
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And when she passes, I smile but she doesn't see |
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Tall an' tan an' young an' lovely |
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The girl from Ipanema goes walking |
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And when she passes, I smile but she doesn't see |
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She doesn't see, no, she doesn't see |