THE GIRL FROM IPANEMA
Tall and
tan, and young, and lovely
The Girl From Ipanema
goes walkin
And when she passes,
Each one she passes
goes, "Ahhh. . . ."
When
she walks, it's like a samba
That swings so cool and
sways so gently
That
when she passes
Each one she
passes
goes, "Ahhh. . .
."
Oh, but I watch her
so sadly,
How . . . can I tell her I love
her?
[ etc. . . ]
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THE CAT
FROM ABYSSINIA
Long and low, and tan,
and slinky,
The Cat From Abyssinia goes
prowlin'
And when she stalks by
Each
Tom she walks by
goes, "Rrrrr. . .
."
When she moves,
she sways her cat-butt --
It's like
a tune played low on cat-gut,
And
nothin' we can
do 'bout that,
but
Just purrrrr . .
.
Now, alley love songs
are playin' --
How . . .
can I stop her from strayin'?
[ etc. . . .
]
Lyrics above copyright 2003 Brad
Burg
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