The Girl from Ipanema

(by Norman Gimbel)

Tall and tan and young and lovely,
the Girl from Ipanema goes walking and
when she passes each one she passes goes a-a-a-h...

When she moves it's like a samba
that swings so smooth and sways so gently and
when she passes each one she passes goes a-a-a-h...

Oh--but he watches 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 each one she smiles but she doesn't see

she just doesn't see...

she just doesn't see...

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