Sunday, October 09, 2005
Feeling bossa-senti tonight...
Girl from Ipanema
Antonio Carlos Jobim
+ Tall and tan and young and lovely | The girl from Ipanema goes walking | And when she passes | each one she passes goes, "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, "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
Love Is The Saddest Thing
Ella Fitzgerald
+ Once, once I loved | And I gave so much love to this love | You were the world to me | Once I cried | At the thought I was foolish and proud and let you say goodbye
+ And then one day | From my infinite sadness you came and brought me love again | Now I know | That no matter whatever befalls I'll never let you go | I will hold you close, make you stay | Because love is the saddest thing when it goes away | Love is the saddest thing when it goes away
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