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, she's like a samba That swings so cool and sways so gentle That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah (Ooh) But he watch her so sadly How can he tell her he loves her Yes I would give my heart gladly But each day, that she walks to the sea She looks straight ahead, not at he Tall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes, he smile - but she doesn't see (Doesn't see) (She just doesn't see, she never sees him)