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 - ah
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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 - ooh
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(Ooh) But he watches her so sadly
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How can he tell her that he loves her
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Yes he 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 he
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(Ooh) But he watches her so sadly
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How can he tell her that he loves her
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Yes he 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 he
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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, he smile -
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but she doesn't see -
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The Girl From Ipanema
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| Olivia (Bossa Nova) |
