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

Swings so cool and sways so gently

That when she passes,

Each one she passes goes "ah!"

Oh, but he watches her 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

Oh, but he watches her 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 no, no