The Girl From Ipanema (Tom Jobim)

Tall and tanned 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 tanned 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