Tall and tan and young and lovely,the girl from Ipanema goes walking
and when she passes,
each one she passes goes ah.
When she walks she's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle,
That when she passes,
each one she passes goes ah.
Oh but he watches so sadly,
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart so gladly.
But each day when she walks to the sea,
she looks straight ahead,
not at he.
Tall and tan and young and lovely,
the girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes,
he smiles,
but she doesn't see.
Eliane Elias 'Girl from Ipanema'
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