[ti:The Girl From Ipanema]
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The Girl From Ipanema

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes each one she passes goes ah
When she walks she's like a samba that
Swings so cool and sway so gently
That when she passes each one she passes goes ah
Oh But I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her he loves her?
Yes he would give my heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at him
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes I smiles
But she doesn't see

so dancing samba so dancing samba bye....
so dancing samba so dancing samba bye
so dancing samba so dancing samba bye....
so dancing samba so dancing samba bye
Oh But he watch her so sadly
How can he tell her I loves her
Yes he would give my heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at him
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes I smiles
But she doesn't see
But she doesn't see
But she doesn't see
But she doesn't see