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 ahh

When she walks it's like a samba

That swings so cool and sways so gently

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 doesn't see

She just doesn't see

No, she doesn't see