Tall and tan and young and handsome
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The boy from Ipanema goes walking
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And when he passes, each girl he passes goes ahah
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When he walks, he's like a samba
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He swings so cool and sways so gently
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That when he passes, each girl he passes goes ahah
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Oh, but I watch him so sadly
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How can I tell him I love him
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Yes, I would give my heart gladly
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But each day when he walks to the sea
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He looks straight ahead, not at me
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Tall and tan and young and handsome
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The boy from Ipanema goes walking
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And when he passes, I smile
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But he doesn't see, no doesn't see
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Oh, but I watch him so sadly
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How can I tell him I love him
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Yes, I would give my heart gladly
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But each day when he walks to the sea
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He looks straight ahead, not at me
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Tall and tan and young and handsome
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The boy from Ipanema goes walking
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And when he passes, I smile
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But he doesn't see, no doesn't see
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The Boy From Ipanema
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| Petula Clark |
