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 shes like a samba that
Swings so cool and sway 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 doesnt 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 doesnt see
She just doesnt see
No she doesnt see