C A R B O N 3 8
“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
... Yes I would give my heart gladly,
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me”
