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 gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes – ah.

Oh but he watch 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 he.

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 watch 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 he.

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…