as a kid.
the girl from Ipanema
by Sergio Mendez
and the Brazil
66.
i'd hold my little red
transistor radio
up to my ear
and hum along to the song,
sitting on my front
stoop in the hood,
behind the bowling alley.
i wanted to meet that girl.
my imagination
ran wild, i wanted to know
the girl from Ipanema.
that girl
in her French bikini,
with long legs,
strolling along
the beach, the sun
glistening on her skin,
her white hat blowing
in the wind.
she was the one. the only
one for me,
and then i met
someone from Pulaski
named Betty.
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