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
Sways so cool and so gently 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 as 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

So dance so samba
So dance so samba
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

So dance so samba
So dance so samba
Bye

So dance so samba
So dance so samba
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

So dance so samba
So dance so samba
Bye!

Oh, But he watch her so sadly
How can he tell her that 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
But she doesn't see
But she doesn't see
But she doesn't see