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 gentle |
That when she passes |
Each one she passes goes - ooh |
(Ooh) 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 (doesn't see) |
(She just doesn't see, she never sees me...) |
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|16 |16 |
|2d6|2d6|
|27 |
|5-9|16 |16 |
|16 |16 |
|2d6|2d6|
|27 |
|5-9|16 |16 |
<↑½|1Δ |1Δ |47(2d)|
<↑1+½|67 |67 |47 |47(3d)|
<↑½|67 |67 |47 |47(7)|>>>
|37|6d-9|
|27|5-9 |
|16 |16 |
|2d6|2d6|
|27 |
|5-9|16 |16 |
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