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
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giyzx-xeLko )
Good morning, all! Nice day... Unbranded keemun tea in my cup. Rice and miso soup on the table. I'm loaded and ready for bear! Or Senior Citizens with their macreme projects this afternoon. If all goes as planned, we will have plenty of 'conversation fuel' for our class, talking about their experiences over the week!
Stitchawl