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 sways 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 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, 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 She just doesn't see No she doesn't see She just doesn't see no, no