| 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 is when she passes
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| Goes «ah!»
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| When she walks it’s like a samba
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| That sings so sweet and sings so gentle
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| And when she passes is when she passes
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| Goes «ah!»
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| Ah, but I watch her so sadly
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| 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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| And when she passes she smiles
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| But she doesn’t see
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| Tall and tan and young and lovely
|
| The girl from Ipanema goes walking
|
| And when she passes is when she passes
|
| Goes «ah!»
|
| When she walks it’s like a samba
|
| That swings so sweet and swings so gentle
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| That when she passes is when she passes
|
| Goes «ah!»
|
| Ah, 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
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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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| And when she passes she smiles
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| But she doesn’t see
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| She just doesn’t see
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| She just doesn’t see
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| She just doesn’t see
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| She just doesn’t see |