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, each one she passes goes "a-a-ah!"
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When she walks she's like a samba that
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Swings so cooll and sways so gentle,
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That when she passes, each one she passes goes "a-a-ah!"
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Oh, 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 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 I smile, but she doesn't see
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Oh, 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 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 I smile, but she doesn't see
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She just doesn't see
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No she doesn't see
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The Girl From Ipanema
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| Nat King Cole |
