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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 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 |
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The girl, the girl, the girl |
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from Ipanema, 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. |
