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sexta-feira, 28 de janeiro de 2011

Continuação:Do Leme ao Pontal não tem nada igual...


Não tem nada igual essa sensação de liberdade.

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  1. Tall and tan and young and handsome
    The boy from Ipanema goes walking
    And when he passes, each girl he passes goes ahah
    When he walks, he's like a samba
    He swings so cool and sways so gently
    That when he passes, each girl he passes goes ahah

    Oh, but I watch him so sadly
    How can I tell him I love him
    Yes, I would give my heart gladly
    But each day when he walks to the sea
    He looks straight ahead, not at me

    Tall and tan and young and handsome
    The boy from Ipanema goes walking
    And when he passes, I smile
    But he doesn't see, no doesn't see

    Oh, but I watch him so sadly
    How can I tell him I love him
    Yes, I would give my heart gladly
    But each day when he walks to the sea
    He looks straight ahead, not at me

    Tall and tan and young and handsome
    The boy from Ipanema goes walking
    And when he passes, I smile
    But he doesn't see, no doesn't see

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