Tall and tan and young and lovely, 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 that swings so cool and sways so gentle
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That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh
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(Ooh) But I watch her so sadly, 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, I smile - but she doesn't see (doesn't see)
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(She just doesn't see, she never sees me,...)
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Girl From Ipanema
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| Michael Bolton |
