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Tall and tan and young and handsome, |
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the boy from Ipanema goes walking |
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And when he passes, each one he passes goes - ah |
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When he walks, he's like a samba |
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that swings so cool and sways so gently |
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When he passes, each one he passes goes - aah |
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Ooh how I watch him so sadly |
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How can I tell him I kind of like him |
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Yes I would give my heart gladly, |
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But each day when he walks to the sea |
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He looks straight ahead, not at me |
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Tall, and tan, and young, and handsome, |
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the boy from Ipanema goes walking |
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When he passes, I smile - but he just doesn't see |
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(Ooh) How I watch him so sadly, how can I tell him I like him |
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Yes I would give my heart gladly, |
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But each day, when he walks to the sea |
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He looks straight ahead, not at me |
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Tall, and tan, and young, and handsome, |
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the boy from Ipanema goes walking |
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And when he passes, I smile - but he doesn't see |
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He just doesn't see, no he doesn't see, what's wrong with him |
