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
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That swings so cool and sways so gentle
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That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah
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(Ooh) But he watch her so sadly
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How can he tell her he loves her
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Yes I would give my heart gladly
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But each day, that 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 - but she doesn't see
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(Doesn't see)
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(She just doesn't see, she never sees him)
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