Din din din Din din din 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 walks she's like a samba That swings so cool and sways so gently That when she passes, each one she passes Goes ahh 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 passes Goes ahh The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes he smiles But she doesn't see She just doesn't see
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