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The Girl From Ipanema

João Gilberto

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 watch her so sadly
How can he tell
Her 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 smiles
But she doesn't see (doesn't see)
(She just doesn't see, she never sees me,...)
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