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 "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



Thanks to oana