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, shes like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ahh
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 doesnt see...
Doesnt see...
She just doesnt see...
She never sees me...
Ah. The sad reality of aged breast implants. Other than that, good for her.
ReplyDeleteIts like she's pre-mummified.
ReplyDeleteskeletal and tan and old and wrinkly
ReplyDeleteThe hag from ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ewwww
Thanks for the masterbation material!
ReplyDeleteThat is so disturbing, even for a liberal evaluator of adult content such as myself.
ReplyDeleteLuckily, I have those pictures of Dita to ... cleanse the palatte, as it were...