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Tall and tan and young and lovelyThe girl from Ipanema goes walkingAnd when she passes, each one she passes goes - ahWhen she walks, she's like a sambaThat swings so cool and sways so gentleThat when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah(Ooh) But he watch her so sadlyHow can he tell her he loves herYes I would give my heart gladlyBut each day, that she walks to the seaShe looks straight ahead, not at heTall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) lovelyThe girl from Ipanema goes walkingAnd when she passes, he smile - but she doesn't see(Doesn't see)(She just doesn't see, she never sees him) From Letras Mania