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-a-h”
when she walks she’s like a samba
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-a-h”
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 as 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 just doesn’t