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 "a-a-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 "a-a-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 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