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: Ahhh!

When she walks she's like

A samba that sways so cool

And sways so gently that when she passes

Each one she passes goes: Ahhh!

Oh, but he watches 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