| Tall and tan and young and lovely
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| The girl from Ipanema goes walking now
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| When she passes each one she passes
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| Goes daboo-du-daa
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| When she walks, it's just 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
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| Goes daboo-du-daa
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| Oh, how 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 instead, 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
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| The girl from Ipanema goes walking
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| And when she passes, I go
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| The girl, the girl, the girl
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| From Ipanema, from Ipanema...
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| Oh. |
| how I want her so badly
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| How, how can I tell her I love her
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| Yes, I would give my heart gladly
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| But instead, 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
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| The girl from Ipanema goes walking
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| And when she passes, I smile,
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| But she doesn't see.
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| She ain't looking at me. |