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Tall and tan and young and lovely |
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The girl from Ipanema goes walking |
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And when she passes |
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Each one she passes goes a-a-h! |
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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 |
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Each one she passes goes a-a-h! |
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Ooh but I watch her so sadly |
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How can I tell her I love her |
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Yes I would give his 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 and tan and young and lovely |
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The girl from Ipanema goes walking |
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And when she passes |
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I smile but she doesn't see |
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She never sees me |
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Ooh but I watch her so sadly |
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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 ahead not at me |
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Tall and tan and young and lonely |
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The girl from Ipanema goes walking |
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And when she passes |
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I smile but she doesn't see |
