The Girl From Ipanema

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 sway so gently
That when she passes each one
She passes goes ah

Oh But he watches her so sadly

How can he tell her he loves her

Yes He would give his heart gladly

But each day when she walks to the sea

She looks straight ahead not at him

Oh But he watches her so sadly

How can he tell her he loves her

Yes He would give his heart gladly

But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at him

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking

And when she passes he smiles
But she doesn't see

Oh She doesn't see

Oh she doesn't see

But she doesn't see