Tall and tan and young ang and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
and when she passes each one
When she walks she’s like a samba
that swings so cool ans sways so gentle
that when she passes each one
How can I tell her I love her
Yes I would give my heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at me
Tall and tan and young ang and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
and when she passes I smile
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