The Girl from Ipanema

Tall and tanned 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 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 tanned and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes I smile
But she doesn't see
She doesn't see

Tall and tanned and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes I smile
But she doesn't see

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 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

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"