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The girl from Ipanema

Tall and tan, and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes, aah
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, aah
Oh, but I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her
Yeah, 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
Each one she passes goes, aah
Tall and tan, and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes, aah
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, aah
Oh, but I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her
Yeah, I would give my heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at me
When she walks, she's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes
I smile but she doesn't see
She doesn't see

The way we were

Mem'ries light the corners of my mind,
misty watercolor mem'ries
of the way we were.
Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind,
smiles we give to one another
for the way we were.
Can it be that it was all so simple then
or has time rewritten ev'ry line?
If we had the chance to do it all again,
tell me would we?
Could we?
Mem'ries may be beautiful and yet,
what's too painful to remember,
we simply forget.
Can it be that it was all so simple then
or has time rewritten ev'ry line?
If we had the chance to do it all again,
tell me would we?
Could we?
Mem'ries may be beautiful and yet,
what's too painful to remember,
we simply forget.
So it's the laughter we will remember,
whenever we remember
the way we were,
the way we were,
the way we were.
the way we were.