Originally Posted by Stitchawl
 Tall and tan and young and lovely, The girl from Ipanema goes walking, And when she passes each one she passes goes "a-a-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 "a-a-ah!"
Oh, 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, She just doesn't see, No she doesn't see
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... and then there are the 'others.' They don't march to a different drummer. They are just out of step. 
I think I'm ready for another mug of tea. This time; a Ceylon Uva!
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