see you up in New York City. . I'm gonna leave you alone in your own little world. But won't you be my San Antonio girl. Be my San Antonio girl. Be my, be my, be my, San Antonio girl. . Now I
Music by antonio carlos jobim, words by vinicius demoraes, translated by norman gimbel How insensitive. I must have seemed. When she told me that she loved me. How unnerved and cold. I must have