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!"
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,...)

4 comments:

Mel said...

*hummming the choo-choo song*

SORRY! :-D

zIggI said...

too thin - yuk

I, Like The View said...

ZiggZ and she has a strange bruise on her leg. . .

Mel no problem!! you hum away, dearheart. . .

Mel said...

Yup.....a bit too thin.....and what's up with that bruise?

*shrugs*

RAWR that she gets to walk the beach and I'm looking at a frost covered ground this morning.....

RAWRRRR!!!