Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking
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And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah
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When she walks, she's like a samba that swings so cool and sways so gentle
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When she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh
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Ooh, but I watch her so sadly, 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, the girl from Ipanema goes walking
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The Girl From Ipanema
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| Michael Bolton |
