From: Владимир vv_domashov@mail.ru Tall and tan and Young and lovely The girl from Ipanema Goes walking And when she passes Each when she passes Goes ah When she walks It's like a samba That swings so cool And sways so gently That when she passes Each when she passes Goes ah Oh, but he watched her so sadly How get to tell her he loves her Yes, he would give his heart gladly But it's time that she walks at the sea She looks ahead, not at him Tall and tan and Young and lovely The girl from Ipanema Goes walking And when she passes He is smile but she doesn't see. Oh, but he watched her so sadly How get to tell her he loves her Yes, he would give his heart gladly But it's time that she walks at the sea She looks ahead, not at him Tall and tan and Young and lovely The girl from Ipanema Goes walking And when she passes He is smile but she doesn't see. But she doesn't see... But she doesn't see... But she doesn't see... But she doesn't see...
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