Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes passing
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes, "Ah"
When she walks, it's like a samba
That swings so cool, and sways so gentle
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes, "Ah"
Oh, how I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her?
Yeah, I would give my heart gladly
But each day as she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me
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Oh, how I watch her so sadly
How, yes, how can I tell her I love her?
Yes, yes, I would give my heart gladly
But each day as I walk to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me