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 she'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, 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 as 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 now
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When she passes
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I go di-di-do-di... from Ipanema...
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Yea 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 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
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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.
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The Girl From Ipanema
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| Amy Winehouse |
