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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 each one she passes goes ah |
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When she walks she's like a samba that |
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Swings so cool and sway so gently |
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That when she passes each one she passes goes ah |
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Oh But he watch her so sadly |
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How can he tell her 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 his smiles |
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But she doesn't see |
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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 each one she passes goes ah |
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When she walks she's like a samba that |
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Swings so cool and sway so gently |
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That when she passes each one she passes goes ah |
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Oh But he watch her so sadly |
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How can he tell her 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 smiles |
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But she doesn't see |
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Oh But he sees her so sadly |
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How can he tell her 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 his smiles |
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But she doesn't see |
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She just doesn't see |
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She doesn't see |
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She just doesn't see |