Wednesday, July 22, 2009

music - The Girl from Ipanema .

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes each one, she passes goes

(Ahh) When she walk she like a samba
That swing so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes each one she passes goes

(Ooh) But I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I loved her
Yes I would give my heart gladly
But each day, when she walk to the sea
She looks straight a head, not at me

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes each one, she passes goes.

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