“Tall and tan and young and lovely

The girl from Ipanema goes walking
When she walks she’s like a samba that
Swings so cool and sways so gentle,
That when she passes, each one she passes goes
“a-a-ah!”
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at me
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes I smile, but she doesn’t see
She just doesn’t see
No she doesn’t see…”

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