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 swings so cool and sways so gentle

That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah



(Ooh) But he watch her so sadly

How can he tell her he loves her

Yes I would give my heart gladly

But each day, that 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 smile - but she doesn't see

(Doesn't see)

(She just doesn't see, she never sees him)