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The Girl From Ipanema |
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Tall and tan and young and lovely |
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the girl from Ipanema goes walking |
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and when she passes |
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each one she passes |
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goes \"Ahhh!\" |
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When she walks she\''s like a samba |
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that swings so cool and sways so gently |
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that when she passes |
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each one she passes |
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goes \"Ahhh!\" |
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Oh, but he watches so sadly |
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How can he tell her he loves her? |
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Yes, he would give his heart gladly. |
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But each day when she walks to the sea |
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she looks straight ahead |
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not at he. |
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Tall and tan and young and lovely |
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the girl from Ipanema goes walking |
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and when she passes |
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he smiles |
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but she doesn\''t see. |
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She just doesn\''t see. |
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No, she doesn\''t see. |
