Yes, I would give my heart gladly
But each day as 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
At least in the good old days when this song was written, low-inhib cels can stare at stacies without getting themselves into jail.
But each day as 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
At least in the good old days when this song was written, low-inhib cels can stare at stacies without getting themselves into jail.
