Song | Girl from Ipanema |
Artist | Antonio Carlos Jobim |
Album | Coleccion Mi Historia |
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(by Antonio Carlos Jobim & | |
Vinícius De Moraes | |
, | |
Tall and tan 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 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 doesn't see |
by Antonio Carlos Jobim | |
Vini cius De Moraes | |
, | |
Tall and tan and young and lovely | |
The girl from Ipanema goes walking | |
And when she passes | |
Each one she passes goes " aaah!" | |
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 " aaah!" | |
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 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 doesn' t see |
by Antonio Carlos Jobim | |
Viní cius De Moraes | |
, | |
Tall and tan and young and lovely | |
The girl from Ipanema goes walking | |
And when she passes | |
Each one she passes goes " aaah!" | |
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 " aaah!" | |
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 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 doesn' t see |