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Diana Krall The Boy From Ipanema

Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking and When she passes, each one she passes goes When she walks, she's like a samba

Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking and When she passes, each one she passes goes When she walks, she's like a samba

Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking and When she passes, each one she passes goes When she walks, she's like a samba