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 "A-a-a-h" When she walks she's like a samba 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-a-h" 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 as 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 just doesn't