This song must be about Lucy! “When she walks, she’s like a samba…”
I love this surreal 1964 performance, where a very young Astrud Gilberto seems stiff and expressionless, yet, to me, there is so much that ‘speaks’ without overtly saying anything.
OK, I must get back to my writing. The clamminess in my legs is starting to scream out loud and my brain is desperately scanning the atmosphere for distraction!