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 – ooh
(Ooh) But he watches her so sadly
How can he tell her that he loves her
Yes he would give his heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at he
(Ooh) But he watches her so sadly
How can he tell her that he loves her
Yes he would give his heart 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 smile –
but she doesn’t see –
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The Girl From Ipanema
Olivia (Bossa Nova)
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