The Girl from Ipanema - Gregory Porter

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes "ah"
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 "ah"

Oh, but I watch her so sadly
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 and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile but she doesn't see

Oh, but I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her?
Yes, I would give my heart gladly
But each day that when she walks through the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
When she passes, I smile but she doesn't see
Yeah, your heart is a game
When she passes, I smile but she doesn't see

She doesn't see
She doesn't see

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