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-h When she walks she's like a samba She swings so cool and sways so gentle And when she passes Each one she passes goes a-a-h ＊Ooh 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 stright 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＊ REPEAT＊ No she doesn't see No she doesn't see