Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah
When she walks, she's like a samba that swings so cool and sways so gentle
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That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh
[Ooh] But I watch her so sadly, how can I tell her I love her
Yes I would give my heart gladly,
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me
Tall, [and] tan, [and] young, [and] lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn't see [doesn't see]
[She just doesn't see, she never sees me,] | |
